An illusion. A mirage. Anticipation. A cause. It keeps us going and holds us back. It changes people and breaks laws. It gives meaning. It takes lives. It twists and crunches and tightens inside. A painfully sweet injection of desire. Uncontrollable. Inconsolable. Causing destruction and fire. A clock with no hands. A vision with noContinue reading “Hope”
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Moonlit Skies
Sometimes I wake up early just to watch her sleep. The peaceful time just before dawn as the moon casts a glow perfectly across her face. How beautiful she looks bathed in the silver glow of the moon nestled beneath her favorite blanket. I want to touch her but know if I do she willContinue reading “Moonlit Skies”
I Chose to Be Here: So Did You
I choose to be here; so did you. During the first Earth age, around the time of Satan’s rebellion we had a choice to make. Do we follow satan or be born of women in flesh. I have read different theories such as we not only choose to be born of women we also chooseContinue reading “I Chose to Be Here: So Did You”
Wife To Be
Soft and gentle, elegant like a sheet flowing in the wind. Her body twirls and swirls in her bare feet. Frolicking like a little girl, flowers in her hair and a warm smile on her face. She motions me to join her in dancing with the sun. I pause not wanting this moment to pass.Continue reading “Wife To Be”
In Your Presence
I love being in your presence The only time this world makes sense. I see the devil’s deeds down every avenue Looking to include the next name in his list Another one that went amissAnd didn’t listen to God’s promises My favorite spot is in Your presence,the only time this world makes sense. So manyContinue reading “In Your Presence”
footsteps
Not my words, this is a reblog, but it was so beautifully written I had to share. people posit following footstepsis a tried and true approachbut beyond broad metaphorical strokeshow could i follow in your footsteps your boots and shoes and feetwere clear enough to seeyet i followed not your feetfor there were different pathsContinue reading “footsteps”
Hit The Kill Switch
How do you know when it’s time to unplug? What do you do to make it happen? Relax and release.How is it I find peace? When the day draws nigh,and the sun drops low in the sky. Why my brain is fuzzy and my body worn,but inside my brain is torn. Do I lay downContinue reading “Hit The Kill Switch”
Peace
The only peace to be found is when You are around. Lost within your words,a safe place to be heard. Your my anchor in the storm,guiding me and helping me transform. No matter the struggle, no matter the pain,I will forever call upon Your name. I’ve had highs and I’ve had lows,but everyday I chooseContinue reading “Peace”
Rain Drops and Races
I am five years old again. I sit in my parents’only vehicle and stare out the window. I don’t know why I am there, or where there is, I am simply there. Drizzles of rain fall from the sky coating everything in wetness. Droplets scatter on my window covering every inch. Cohesion fascinates me asContinue reading “Rain Drops and Races”
Abraham
Abraham After Noah survived the great flood and his descendants were dispersed, Abraham entered the spotlight. His story begins in Genesis twelve and continues until chapter 25. His father was Terach, a descendant of Shem, son of Noah. His mother was named Amatlai and his wife was named Sarah There is little to none writtenContinue reading “Abraham”
Heather Congrove 