First Love

Sometimes— when the world is on fire, when we melt- down into a desperate stew of raw emotion to the tipping point of ruins and ashes— despair closes over us, but there is hope, full and perfect, constant and beautiful, the Light of the world and Redeemer of all surrendered, and He  calls those whoContinue reading “First Love”


We sometimes heave  a prayer of “why”  that leaves us sobbing  or wrestles us into  a guttural moaning  when there are no words  for such a chasm-ache.  We grapple with circumstance  as we go from weeping  to screaming to falling  into exhausted heaps,  mute and dried out,  struggling to understand  or cope with the now Continue reading “Believing”