And my heart whispers, “Bring me back to the One who loved me most." Tiny feet making giant steps forward, backwards dancing, straight toward her Hell. What happened to time? Gone. Whisked away, a gentle wind breeze. So my heart sobs quietly, “Bring me back to the One who never hurt me." Years passed, eons... Continue Reading →
Closer Than Your Next Breath: How Self-Reliance Spits in the Face of Grace
We need never shout across the spaces to an absent God. He is nearer than our own soul, closer than our most secret thoughts. A. W. Tozer, The Pursuit of God I read those words yesterday morning and did little more than agree with them and marvel at the language Tozer uses throughout The Pursuit... Continue Reading →
The Pastor’s Daughter
The wooden figurine of Christ nailed to the cross hangs right behind my dad’s pulpit and always gives me the creeps. Maybe because it’s a constant reminder of my sin and worthlessness apart from Christ, which on other days would give me hope, but not today. Today, the cross mocks me. Maybe it’s the condemnation... Continue Reading →
There’s Always Tomorrow to Kill Yourself (Except Not Really-Psalm 116:9)
After I hopped out of the shower tonight, fully comfy in my pajamas, my eyes fell on my covenant ring and its corresponding verse popped up in my memory: Psalm 116:9. For reference, the verse simply states, "I will walk before the Lord in the land of the living." Just one sentence, one profound statement.... Continue Reading →
Reflections on Being Institutionalized
Sometimes, I wonder if I’m doing life correctly. Because of PTSD, I tend to live the past a lot. It’s unintentional, due to flashbacks, triggers, and panic attacks, but it happens. I have a lot of trouble with being still and clearing my mind because people, responsibilities, and distractions are all vying for my attention.... Continue Reading →
