Because I don’t want to just put words to type to fill an Instagram square or add another page to the blog post—I want it all bathed in love; I want it all to flow from His love for me. I want all the words I write to reflect His love alone because there is a war on love and Satan is the one waging it.
Living through Psalm 23 “Even when the way goes through Death Valley, I’m not afraid when you walk at my side.” It smothers. It’s a darkness and heaviness and dread like no other. It’s real. It’s so real that the word “terrified” only seems to brush the surface of its depths. Your throat fills, your … Continue reading In the Face of Evil
When the surprises stop being forced into my view, like the grimy shower vent, they are forgotten; both pleasure and offense are tucked back into their corners, gathering dust, left to continue in misfunction.