I’ve let you down. The moment I ask the Lord to fill the page with encouraging words, my thoughts still. It’s as though the well leading to my spirit has been cut off and the life existing there is dammed up-cut off by the grief all around us. One day, it is...
The throbbing is real but intangible. Painful but unseen. It’s the shattering of a heart already broken experiencing one more journey in the wasteland. Have you been in this place before? In the same sort of circumstance where your dreams are dashed by reality...
Your parents had to get married. Her words, rife with condemnation and mockery, penetrated my third-grade heart. I felt the stares of the other children. I blinked hard, forcing my humiliation to be quiet. Undetectable. But shame rose fast and unrelenting like...
It is the terror that if our dark soul is discovered, we will never be enjoyed, nor desired, nor pursued by anyone. (Dan Allender) Shame is that inner tormentor that whispers lies and accusations. It is the silent, insidious voice of self-contempt for one’s own...
The nudging at my heart is almost imperceptible, like the butterfly movements an expectant mother feels when the blossoming life within ripples softly against the secret places. I pause. Is this my imagination or has God gently prompted the thought? Still uncertain,...