Prone to Wander

As the sacred hymn goes, "...Prone to wander, Lord I feel it. Prone to leave the God I love..." Can you still "rescue me from danger" God? I'll be honest: I don't really know what to say to You. Part of me wants to leave, to go find an alternate route to freedom, to acceptance, … Continue reading Prone to Wander →

Alone by Maya Angelou

Lying, thinkingLast nightHow to find my soul a homeWhere water is not thirstyAnd bread loaf is not stoneI came up with one thingAnd I don't believe I'm wrongThat nobody,But nobodyCan make it out here alone. Alone, all aloneNobody, but nobodyCan make it out here alone. There are some millionairesWith money they can't useTheir wives run … Continue reading Alone by Maya Angelou →

Jesus and His Trauma

"Let this cup pass from me... nevertheless, not my will, but Yours be done." The immortal becomes mortal. The beloved Son of the Creator is clothed in human flesh that is torn, bleeding, sweating, and hurting as it is nailed to a wooden cross. His friends have abandoned him, hidden away, scared for their lives … Continue reading Jesus and His Trauma →

Living in Tension

Disclaimer: This post is going to be all over the place. Living in tension is a weird place to be. I've been thinking about and evaluating my friendships a lot over the past month, but especially this week. A few days ago, I had a falling out with an old college friend over Facebook Messenger. … Continue reading Living in Tension →

Post-Nap Writing Session 1: Panic Attack

You find yourself in a room with a man from your past. You do not know or remember how you got into this room, whether it is a hotel room or part of a house. The only thing you know is you’re with this man. Now, this man never reveals his face. But you remember, … Continue reading Post-Nap Writing Session 1: Panic Attack →

My Mother’s Burden

Before my parents’ decision to get a divorce, or rather, what caused them to have that conversation in the first place, what I called The Thing That Ruined My Life, I was a high school freshman and relatively content with my life, but all that changed during the first month of school. Summer was still … Continue reading My Mother’s Burden →