[A thoughts-on-paper post as a result of some deep thinking and personal challenges.] What is the point of your every day conversation? Is your verbal interaction with others always worthwhile? Do your words
R.E.A.L.
For the past couple of years, probably mostly since writing the post of my unmasking, God has been teaching me what it means to be real, and to love in a real way.
Opinion is Sin, so Judge Me
I've been stewing on this blog post for months. It is so multifaceted that I was having trouble working out whether it should be one blog post or several. So hang on to
Painful Hope - Drabble
Painful Hope Drabble, 100 words Breath rasping with the agony of what she was about to do, the woman pressed the object of her hope to the rough bloodstained stone. Drawing a cocked
To Be Real - Poem
So often we feel alone, when we truly aren't. Ask a crowded room full of people if they have ever felt alone, and every hand would go up. That would make for a
Passionate Musicians
I wish we knew some passionate musicians. Not just musicians. They are dime a dozen. No, truly passionate musicians. Not just people who like music, or learnt piano once, or like to strum
Shining Darkness - Poem
For Teddy. Shining Darkness ~ That which I was most afraid, I now no longer fear. The darkness once did haunt me, But now I hold it dear. The evening is a blanket
The Case for Healing
Anyone who knows me well, knows that there is a certain aspect of God's Word that I am deeply passionate about, but for the most part, I also keep deeply hidden. For some
Alive, Kicking, and Tagged
Hello there, blogosphere! I must give you all my heartfelt apologies for the lull in my blogging of late. That thing they call life swallowed me alive, however since all of you are
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