“Make me like Job, God,” I prayed several months ago. Well, so far, God has taken away many things: my home, my health, my dreams, my plans, almost everything I own.… Read More Make Me Like Job
Often to a friend in the midst of a trial, I will pray that they won’t forget the hope in Heaven. I’m asking for more than the world’s version-the simple hope that the blue sky lives behind the grey, that there will be sunshine after a rain, that color will light up the blackness.… Read More What Is The Hope In Heaven?
If you dread Sunday mornings and the sound of happy people singing, hear me: You need worship. It is the only way to get out of yourself and your depression.… Read More Worship Through The Pain
Crimson isn’t always so red Sometimes It isn’t Blazing at all. That flame of life as Vibrancy fades Is preceded by far less Brilliant Green which Holds real growth and life. Leaves Burst into Fluttering reflections The warm sun and the blue sky Join in This their Child: the lifegiver. Which somehow as it dies… Read More Crimson’s Protest (Poem)
I was lying in bed-again. Just the night before I had prayed and asked God to give me the grace to be able to serve Him, even in a simple way. Maybe just blessing my family and those around me. Maybe something more exciting, like missions work. I didn’t really care-I just wanted to be… Read More When You Can’t Serve God