What do you do when the going gets tough?Do you cry in the ashes?Or do you rise and dust off the dirt? When you fall seven times, you rise again.Take the lessons that the trial brings;And become a stronger version of the fallen you. Editor: Erynn Crittenden

I’m not detached from you, but when we lock eyes, my mind goes blank— like walking into a room and forgetting why, like a page I want to fill but can’t find the words to unravel what I love about you and the way your gaze pulls me into everything your soul embodies. Editor: Shannon ...

There are days I ponder within my heart why I am on Earth among God’s creation. What does He want me to see? Why am I living a life of abundance while the lost are roaming the cobbled streets, waiting for a kind Samaritan to save them? My sisters suffer in agony, leaving a trail ...

When I stand, it stands with me. My shadow follows every step, but I no longer run from the reality of what has been left unfinished– the unanswerable dreadful questions, unspeakable aching doubts, unwelcome difficult memories, and unresolved heavy regrets. Because when I fall, it falls with me. I can’t leave it behind– there’s no ...

You’re relentless,a fire within your eyes,the world laid before your feet.Little does happiness on its own,appear without a cloud in the sky. Oh, you relentless soul indeed,now you know both cruelty and beauty.All a flash before you,the empty, barren landscape ahead,left to survive alone. Now you’ve fallen,bloodied knees as tears mark the ground.But take heart,there ...

A volcano of anger erupts from deep within me. Every hint of love I feel for you quickly turns sour. Is there anything worth fighting for? Should we hold on just a bit longer? I guess this is the straw that breaks the camel’s back. There’s no use crying over spilled milk.  So man up, ...

My heart beats for you in the midst of the chaos. The echoes of my mind disrupt the rhythm of my pulse. The tremors ripple through. With every beat– there you are reverberating in my chest, keeping pace with my every breath.    Editor: Shannon Hensley

It’s too tiring! It’s too demanding! Why don’t we just take a break?  Why don’t we just sit a little longer?   The sun will keep shining for as long as we live –  So why hurry to make hay now when we can do it then? Although the slothful don’t know when the night ...

Like shattered glass, the scattered pieces can’t be put back together– or so I thought… I was stranded in the sea then felt lost on the shore amongst the loneliness, and hopelessness. There was no light at the end of the tunnel, so long so deep and hopeless– or so I thought…  Then he came ...

Alone in an empty room, the clock ticks, resounding off the walls. But time stands frozen, as if preserving the stillness of the night. Shadows remain present in the lonely abode, like the pain in my soul. A haunting reminder that becomes worse than any religion can conjure in their minds. My anguish food for ...