If the God of the universe grieved, and indeed still grieves for us, then who are we to say it’s not okay to grieve?
Let Jesus hold you in His arms and give you hope. Hope that it won’t always be like this. Hope because He is healing your heart, even if you can’t see it. Hope because He loves you. Hope because He understands. Hope because He is with you.… Read More It’s Okay To Grieve
Maybe you feel like you have no hope, or you have nowhere to turn. It’s not true, friend! You can turn to Him who loves you and knows how you feel.… Read More Turn To Christ
Jesus’ death shows both the gravity of sin-the Son of God’s death was for atonement-but it also shows the depth of God’s love.
Pondering these things should make us realize that our only worth comes from what God placed upon us.… Read More You Have Worth
I like to say that poetry doesn’t give us answers. Rather, for every question it does answer, it asks five more.… Read More Unanswered Questions (Poem)
This poem is dedicated to anyone who struggles with depression.… Read More Joy Within My Heart (Poem)
“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?
There is beauty in this
Fade to never
There is another way
Life will rise again.
… Read More Shriveled Life (Poem)
I’m not going home for Christmas this year. Not by choice—I love being home with my family gathered round at Christmas. But my family has been forced to flee our beloved home because of mycotoxins which made our Lyme’s disease even more complex and harder to treat.… Read More He Came to Bear Our Sorrows
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)