"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 →
Writing in the Midst of a Flashback
6 A.M. A nurse disturbs my nightmares, and temporarily prevents me from my ritual of staring at the wall upon sweating myself awake, to take my vitals. She wants to make sure I’m still alive, even though, by virtue of this place, I am considered one of the walking dead. 7 A.M. I try to... Continue Reading →
Come Boldly to the Throne of Grace, Even if You Panic
No one can seek God for another. She who seeks God must come boldly to the throne of grace—even with trepidation and panic attacks—and she must come alone.
A Great Cloud of Witnesses
“You think you know best—you can’t even tell wrong from right!—God’s ‘greatest’ creation!’” This was the first thing I heard this morning. The voice of Satan—or one of his demons—sarcasm thick in his accusing tone. I knew what the reference was. I made a choice to sin last night… “You think you know best—you can’t... Continue Reading →
I Am Not My Past (Memories)
I remember, reminiscing about youand the effect you had on my life.They told me that I was supposed tolearn from you and once I got my lessons,I wasn't supposed to revert or glance back. But I did. You were the source of mytears at many a night,and the pain in my heartthat I, unwillingly, held... Continue Reading →
Musings of a Wanderer 