The Heart
Life is full of disappointments. Heart woundings. Pained promises.
Life is full of disappointments. Heart woundings. Pained promises.
There is such a temptation to be something we’re not. In all of our pandering for influence we’ve lost sight of the goodness of God in our own lives.
There are still dreams stirring in my heart yet I hear a faint whisper, “Not yet.” It is a peculiar life indeed with the Lord learning daily to follow closer.
There is a walk with Jesus that is utterly narrow. You’ll have to crucify every opportunity to compromise holiness and righteousness.
There’s a little girl inside of some of you who is aching to get out. She’s been hiding for years herself to keep safe.
Desperation can destroy quickly a plan of God. The royal priest that is unable to wait upon the Lord will position people wrongly.
Some things are simply meant to sharpen you. There was something in that dreaded place that you needed to learn.
The poet is but a melodic mute
Without trials that stir up rhyme
The writer has nothing to say
If Jesus has not been given his time.