I live between the rock and the hard place where living is no better than dying, happiness no greater than crying, truth no different from lying.
This is a prayer I wrote for my mom in my journal… My mind often thinks in melody, stanza, verse. I don’t know why…it just processes that way. It sort of just comes …I think it is my most intimate communication with the Living God. May these words encourage you to pray with pen onContinue reading “In The Waiting Room”
I have a short list of favorite writers. That might surprise you, but it shouldn’t…because when your favorite Author is God, it makes you rather persnickety. Dietrich Bonhoeffer is on that short list. His words inspire me, challenge me, convict me. His words lead me closer to the life of Christ within I wantContinue reading “On Advent, Bonhoeffer, and Waiting”