{Ten Thousand Tears}

My tears are welcome. I see them splattered, dried on my glasses as I peer out the window into the wintry, cold, gray, foggy morning; tiny specks on the panes of my eyeglasses. I wipe hard at these dried salty witnesses. They are a record of my sodden heart. Ten thousand tears come raining down. The soil of…

Hatred’s Sweet Kiss (a poem)

Hatred’s sweet kiss deceives, leaving me battered, shattered, and alone. Only holy soul work undoes the damage of deep aching; ravages of original toil, wanting to be God.

Let your Fear Fly Free

So often, if I find myself returning in frustration and anger, again and again, to a subject. When this happens I know that it has become an area of idolatry for me. Or it’s an area that God wants to heal in my life.   Or both! I’m a slow learner but I’m learning this about myself.  About…

If you Read Nothing Else from me. Read this. ((On healing))

So much to read, so little time. I know that.  If you read nothing else from me in a long while, I hope you’ll read this post.  It will not be long. (500+ words, a record.) I have been writing (and living) out of a place of brokenness for so long that my story has…