Bridging the gap between Christianity, life, and mental health
Dear Danny, I found your obituary online tonight. It filled in some holes for me but not everything. The most important thing I found though was your death date—your actual one; not the date that Ash or Chris told me that you died—(It was sometime in November according to them and my memory but now... Continue Reading →
Hope fades into nefarious darkness, and repeated promises, stretched beyond the rainbow’s end, springboard a soulful malnourishment by way of tsunami tears and silently whispered Psalms.
Last Friday morning, I awoke early (like before the crack of dawn early!) and meditated on a well-known, often-quoted-out-of-context passage of Scripture. I’ve read these verses countless times and it hits me anew even now. 27. “But I say to you who hear, Love your enemies, do good to those who hate you, 28. bless... Continue Reading →
When they say they are praying for forgiveness, let them be trying to feel forgiven. Teach them to estimate the value of each prayer by their success in producing the desired feeling…
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.
Musings of a Wanderer 