Be on Guard

A day without reading the Bible is opening the door and inviting Satan in for a visit. “How can a young man keep his way pure? By guarding it according to your word.” Psalm 119:9

Grateful

You pursue me, want me, desire me, have a purpose for me. Yet, over and over again, I’ve pushed You away, taken You for granted, stared You down, and locked You in a box like a treasure. It’s by grace You remain by my side, never changing as my life cycles like a roller coaster,…

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…

Stumbling Tongue

Your tongue stumbles and words spill from your lips You physically cannot contain yourself your voice bubbling at an octave forcing me to whence at the crackle of my ears drums And while gooey sarcasm drips with juicy details I wonder how long I will be able to endure such torture before leaving you to…

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…

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…

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…

Death’s Beginning: The Eyes of Grace Through Faith

What is death? Is it the last exhale of life, the rigamortis of muscle, the grievance of the heart, the end of a relationship? Is it the renewing of the mind or the end of sins? Does it have a beginning? Death isn’t just a hole in the ground, a casket holding the earth down,…

You Call Me

I awake from insomnia craving Your worship, as it calls to me before the earth becomes alive. Sleep walking I find a place to nestle in Your arms where You fill me with renewed joy and strength, a place where only You and I reside. We are in a locked garden blocking out my wondering…

The Master’s Path

A long time ago, a turtle was walking down a dirt road. The forest on her left and right with an unknown path ahead. She made her way being redirected by her Master when distracted. As she grew stronger in her walk, she gleaned from her Master’s wisdom. He told her that at anytime you…

Room 401

7:55am prayer, Father, don’t allow me to get in the way of Your purpose today. The door shuts behind me as I frantically pat my pockets for the room key. Acknowledging I have it I press 1 as my stomach flip flops at the downward motion. Ding, the door opens and I step out under…

Many Parts Form One Body

  One unique snowflake makes a community of unique snowflakes. “Just as a body, though one, has many parts, but all its many parts form one body, so it is with Christ. For we were all baptized by one Spirit so as to form one body-whether Jews or Gentiles, slave or free-and we were all…