Outpourings from an imperfect but redeemed & treasured heart of clay.
“There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.” ― Ernest Hemingway This is such a valid quote. Only what happens if you’re so fatigued you can’t “bleed” even if you want to? That’s my current state. Typically that quote is true for me and there is nothing…
Friday, March 28, 2014 I was ruined, wrecked, destroyed for anything ordinary. The day that happened was on July 1st, 2005. I finally understood what real is, what truth is, what love is… on that day… and I felt it touch and penetrate the very depths of my soul. A sacred divine relationship fashioned and…
If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just and will forgive us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness. – 1 John 1:9 The Lord has me in a season of examination and repentance. It is lonesome… dark, and I don’t like what I’m seeing. I want to run, hide, cover up,…