Miscellany that Bewilder Me

Midnight. Last night, my ten year old son said he wanted to stay up until midnight — insisting that he had to do it. — But why? I asked slightly bewildered. “If I do, I will have not cracked my knuckles for a whole day!” he told me in all seriousness.  He has a nervous…

My Gospel

Certain that I don’t deserve this gift that you gave me. Though I haven’t e a r n e d  a n y t h i n g. Knowing that I am broken.  This heart inside of me is corrupt. Aware that my flesh is stronger than my will. Flawed I live with a certainty…