From Little Love

At the age of four, something happened between my parents that left me with a life-changing, unbeknown obstacle, which would forever alter the future of my personal life. Although I had no idea how the event would cause me to think differently about my life as I would grow older, it didn’t take long to feel its effects. The divorce of my parents was not … Continue reading From Little Love

Prideful Preaching

How many times have you been ridiculed, or made to feel ashamed of yourself, by others who preach the Gospel? It seems to be very common within the Church these days. Are you spreading the correction of God, incorrectly? The following is a writing from Kevin DeYoung. Are Christians Meant to Feel Guilty All the Time? How do we feel guilty? Let me count the … Continue reading Prideful Preaching

His Hands

There is a certain feel when it comes to being up early and not having to rush to do anything. No work must be performed. No thoughts of what I have to do within the day ahead. Nothing to do but listen to the rain on the tin roof along the back partial of our home as the birds sing, enjoying their free bath. Nothing … Continue reading His Hands

No Prayers Answered

Yesterday I had made the mistake of saying something to a blogger that sent he and several others into a defensive rebuttal. I suppose I should have expected it. I had told him that his constant blasphemy (his ongoing blog directed towards how one is wasting their time seeking God, based on his own personal experience) would someday come back to haunt him. I was … Continue reading No Prayers Answered

Rationalizing

It’s funny, how I try to justify, make sense of and conclude. It’s a never ending cycle. The many different things that I go over within my personal life; the very things that make me who I am. Those things are viewed through a, sometimes, very broken and smudged lens, while other times it is as clear as a summer morning without a cloud in … Continue reading Rationalizing

Sorry, My Bad

I had a really bad day yesterday. It was one of the worst days I’ve had in many weeks. I spent the day in my house doing a few things that I thought would bring me some kind of happiness, and for a few minutes during the tasks I suppose they did, but it was short-lived. I have been aching for many months over things … Continue reading Sorry, My Bad

Valor

My personal life has been nothing short of dangerous. From the beginning, the mess my parents had caused- the ongoing physical and mental abuse between themselves while I sat helplessly on the sidelines, with no comprehension of why it was taking place- set me up for a dysfunctional life that is still, at times, resonating throughout my current days. Forty years later. Times, much like … Continue reading Valor