Throughout my years of recovery (from alcohol and from hell), I’ve remembered many things, some of them good and some of them not so good. When it comes to memories of my dad, there aren’t very many.
In the past, most memories I’ve had of him were attached with pain, but through learning how to reject the pain, I now only have memories, and most of them that I remember bring a smile to my face, like the one I had this morning. Continue reading
All throughout childhood, permission was needed to do just about anything: at home, in school, at a friend’s house, etc. It was always polite to ask, necessary to wait, expected to raise your hand in class. I wonder when I grew out of that, or did I? Continue reading
there’s a place deep within my heart
where truth is planted
and freedom grows
my mind is less deceived to believe manipulation
and darkness only exists
with the flip of a switch
with the sun going down
with the moon rising up
with the closing of my eyes
with a blanket over me
anyone who follows Jesus should be exposed
nothing hidden
maybe people feel shame
because they think they’re the only one
who’s aborted a child
who’s worked at a clinic
who’s lived off the money
who’s child was torn
so many turnouts
planned by the enemy
to produce shame
guilt
grief
torment
the more one lives there
the more darkness laughs
it’s time to stand strong
helping the weak become bold
bringing everything to Light
defeating darkness
an army of love
marching forward
As I sit here to write, all I keep thinking about is one of the dreams I had last night. It was intense and worth sharing. Continue reading
fashion sells
sex sells Continue reading
A little while ago, I saw a post about writing a song from an unbeliever’s heart. Well, yesterday, while I was driving, God poured one out through me. I didn’t record it, and it had me in tears. I don’t think this is “exactly” it, but it’s pretty darn close.
This song starts in exhaustion, escalates to almost yelling, and ends in a crying whisper. It’s passionate. It’s from a desperate heart that’s been “searching” many places to find God but finally gives up, throws his hands in the air, falls to his knees and cries out for a true answer.
This song is a cry from that heart. Continue reading
Without hope, the world can be devastating.
I write and I write and I write Continue reading
Worship Flags and Infinity Scarfs 