Nobody climbed the mountain of trials and tribulations. They grew comfortable in dwellings built upon sand, believing in their hardened hearts there is no God. But in the horrendous storm, each house crumbled into ruin. Fueled by hubris, they rebuilt their homes. How long does it take to humble a heart of stone? When will ...

Body warm and shivering, Longing for relief. Many show care, others pity,  But she wishes the pain away. Health is wealth, they say. Now, I know she would pay a million bucks just to jump back up in strength again. Editor: Erynn Crittenden

Love is…Remembering their coffee order,Or surprising themWith chocolateAfter a long dayWhen everyone’s tiredAnd things feel biggerThan they are. Love is…Gentle touchesWhile folding laundry,Holding handsWhile driving to the store,Or lingering gazesWhile cooking dinner-Knowing that these silent momentsAre the ones you’ll remember. Love is…Actively listening when they speak,Learning who they areAnd who they want to be,Using that ...

I travel along the broken road, not the one from cheesy country love songs, where I’ve found the one meant for my vagabond soul. This road is full of potential detours, ragged bumps, and wasted years, a road unfit for redemption. “God, why me now?!” I scream to the heavens, while streaks of fading sunlight, ...

Cars speed by with goals. Each, on a quest for results One day at a time. Editor: Erynn Crittenden  

Wrapped in layers of thoughts, I recall the unsaid things that slip away in the moment– like how my breath fogs the air, disappearing into silence.  My heart sinks below zero, buried beneath the snow, falling flat, untouched, until the blanket of ice melts, uncovering the surface of my bare core. Editor: Shannon Hensley

I’ve been staring at the café’s bookcase,Searching for the momentsMy words have failed to find. Maybe they are hidden in the ice chest,Under the ice cream andMy frozen manifest. Or perhaps my journalIs grinding to a haltInside my rusty storage vault –Where nostalgia has no fault. Editor: Erynn Crittenden

Enraptured Adorationfills my heart.Unequaled holinessastounds my senses.Pure light and true loveencompass You.All I can never fathom,trapped in a cage of flesh and bone.Without hesitation, I cast myself atYour Feet, weeping bitter tears.As they fall to the dust,I’m overwhelmed.You have known me, Lord,since I was fashioned in my mother’s womb.Let me not forgetYour abundant Grace!For I’ve ...

I step outside for the first time this year,And I’m greeted by a different set of eyes.I exchange pleasantries in a new language,Because I’m not in the land of birth-I’m here in the land of surprises and hope.And so, with every new step I take, I dare to explore, and I dare to communeWith the first ...

It will be okay.Among the murky clouds of despair,God’s light willpierce throughthe dark, twistingpain in your heart. “When you walkthrough the fire,you shall not be burned,” is thepromise madein Isaiah 43:2. So it is spoken to thoseof little faith, in thethrongs of life thatthreaten to overwhelmand consume you. In the moments spent with tears cried ...