Enticed by Fields with Thorns

It is very difficult to live in the image of Christ, when the world entices you to play in fields with thorns. I am human. I make human choices, some good, some bad; ultimately they are free will choices. And it’s within these choices I confirm obedient and disobedient decisions to God’s will. This I…

Back Into the Wild

Your whisper bends my ear, while my heart grips onto what is not mine. You ask me to let go, but instead I tighten evermore the keepsake in my palm. Again, You whisper. Ashamed of my disobedience, I bow my head, my selfishness aching. Wishing Your voice was just a sound I can ignore, but I…

Where Long Shadows Fall

It’s a winters dream, that I stand with you in the kitchen where long shadows fall. Your light coaxes me to scatter room to room layering fiber by fiber, until my flesh becomes a weave of the prettiest patterns, warm and prepared. Mentally I give myself an external once over, before boots finally step out…

A Thorn in My Flesh

From the inside out, mope finds me despondent to my environment. This is not my everyday; I know she is arriving. Cold is my body, chilled to the bone, a carcass empty and tired seeking warmth between two layers, as sleep tugs at my eyelids. She’s calling me, I hear her whispers in my achy…

Finding Calm in Night

My eyes are heavy, my body tired. All I want to do is curl up in warmth and fall asleep, yet, instead I lay here starring at the screen waiting for what, I don’t know. I’ve pushed myself beyond comprehensive thinking. And though my brain is in overactive mode, did I remember this or I…

Battles Within

Faintly a whisper speaks in the dark hour, where I drift in and out of a sleepy torpor. “Fall under winters spell, where you will dwell no more warm. You, yes you who I have enslaved, your bones are cold, dark, and dreary, a carcass of lonely, doubtful nothing. Massage your heart with festering bitterness…

Intertwined Thankfulness

My heart is warm and my cup hath runneth over. I am thankful, blessed, honored, humbled, encouraged, loved, and so much more than these feelings and emotions attached to them could ever mean. Christ has infused many people into my life, if one were to look at the pattern from afar you might see a…

One Source

The body of Christ is made up of many webs, clinging to one source.

My Father’s Protection

Though, I am drawn to worldly things and curious moments, my God takes me back, pulls me nearer, and covers me with His love. I lean into Him like I’m gasping for breath; for life to never leave me. “But the Lord is faithful, and he will strengthen you and protect you from the evil…

A Night of Restoration

Satan wants me to believe I am: lonely tired making a mistake by taking a sabbatical from my career a failure on my mission from God worthless able to carry the weight of burdens emotionally unstable trapped not unique My heart wretched with disappointment in myself, and feeling lonely in my longing for promises I’ve…

Nearer

I awoke this morning wondering where I’ve been. Oh, I’m not physically lost, however I have felt a spiritual struggle, losing myself amongst the world and its distractions in this last week. A vivid picture of me holding Jesus’s hand as a small child floods my memory, both of us barefoot walking on a dirt…

Trusting within the Land of Plenty

I am but lost in this wandering field where houses shine like diamonds, Where water glistens in sunlight and shimmers in rain. A place where I find myself secure in Jesus Name. Atop a hill, where shadows fall, under the trees I hear His call. Come my child lay down your head, Rest don’t run,…