I hate this world that I've created. I hate that I moved across the country with big dreams, none of them being fulfilled. They've been destroyed so much that I've let them go altogether. I don't even write anymore. I probably don't even exist anymore. I hate that I moved to the south and have …
In the wake of the storm A stillness unsettling We dwell here Searching for your peace Pieces of our brokenness collected Bringing them to our father With tears streaming Not realizing your joy at these gifts You delight in your children Yet we hide, ashamed Believing we are naked in the garden Not realizing you …
I might be fake. I know I'm not fake. But I might be. Because I cover it all up. As honest as I am on paper, very rarely will that honesty spill out of my being in real life. Very rarely will I be okay with someone seeing me as I am. Because I expect …
Words so cryptic, as if she's done this before And she has Done this a thousand times Every time terrified That it will be the last Rehearsing in her mind Every moment up to the ending Although no one else has the script So it never goes quite right Her heart addicted To what comes …
I just saw the move Suicide Squad. And this blog is not about that. But it made me think. There are so many psychological things going on in that movie. I think that's how I can tell good screen writing. It's a mess. There are so many levels in the simplicity of the story. I …
I interrupt my regularly scheduled broadcasting for this.
I was too tired to write thoughts today, so here'a poem that I wrote on an airplane
There is a such a common question that is asked. It's asked to trip up those who have faith into doubting what they believe. It's asked genuinely, really wanting to understand if God really is as good as we say he is. It's asked out of curiosity. It's asked, just to see what kind of …
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Nobody's story is simple To get to where you are now had to come from somewhere Even growing in perfection has moments of misdirection Every stained glass had its broken moments The one who has it all together had to learn to stretch to wrap their arms around the broken years The one who shines …
Heavy That's what it is Something deep within this soul That doesn't want to wake up yet It feels like revival In this room Ready to break this heaviness But with a fear that they'll see This brokenness within Hidden is the easiest way to go on Yet he never promised easy He promised dreams …
