Redemptive House

In the gray places  of my soul before  I even know to call out, He is there. In the wrestling hour of night, the nudging that keeps me unsure, those times my mind cannot control the volume of thought, when the wave  upon wave of incessant uncertainty pounds me to a shallowness I can stillContinue reading “Redemptive House”


Sometimes I’ve been ungrateful, less than grace-full; I’ve sat in selfishness, stirred discontentment, and I often find I’m stuck by my own indignation.  Sometimes I’m ruled by fear of what the world can do to me; I can be petty, jealous, and childish.  I’ve tasted bitterness, held it on my tongue, rolled it round, andContinue reading “Perfecter”