14 Apr The Lonely Place
It’s that time of night . . . When the voices in my head start to speak and the...
It’s that time of night . . . When the voices in my head start to speak and the...
“And behold, there was a great earthquake, for an angel of the Lord descended from heaven and came...
The question I am pondering . . . Is the messy bun me? Now, this may seem a silly...
(A mower hums from the yard next door, invading the silence I was trying to enjoy.) Silence. How my soul...
Below is a piece I wrote in July of 2014 when God was stretching me past my breaking...