Tag: life

rise.

i feel all of a sudden stripped bare left in the cold, reaching for something to hold they say the father up above is looking down in love and all i must do is abide abide. to be still. to rest, rest in the rivers of … Continue reading rise.

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slipping by | pt. 2

dear february -- xii. i was lost in my worshipping. when she wrapped her arm around me and held me in tight embrace it was a rather pleasant surprise. she rested her head on my shoulder and remained for several minutes. all the while she … Continue reading slipping by | pt. 2

139.

O God, you know everything about me. you know when i’m fully engaged and full of whimsy and when I am frustrated, beaten down, and exhausted. you know when I am excited and when i am upset. you know when I am content and when … Continue reading 139.

running away

she went down to the basement, slammed the garage door behind her, and ran out of the house. something so rare (running out of the house is an unheard of happening in her family) yet something so needed in her soul. she ran and ran, and stopped. her heart beating, … Continue reading running away

draft #

so i guess it isn't as easy as i thought. i scribble, but then erase again ... refining a never ending story. it seems i am stuck in the climax -- the tipping point. character conflict after character conflict. the plot rises, then falls. i scribble, and try … Continue reading draft #

a rub on your shoulder

precious one, dear one... if only i could hug you and embrace you. but i fear you're too distant, and everything i do seems to bounce off as if i didn't even try. listen to me. i do. i understand what you're going through. you … Continue reading a rub on your shoulder

lessons from the enemy’s grasp

having grown up in a Christian household, i entered His family at a pretty young age. but only until recently did i take my personal relationship with Him seriously. For a long time, i was lukewarm. i felt ashamed of being a Christian. even though … Continue reading lessons from the enemy’s grasp