Honestly I'm angry. It's 10 pm and I just made myself shut off my phone. What I read on Twitter tonight has me writhing in anger! I see people loosing their grip on their wealth and spinning the elderly and vulnerable as worthy martyrs on behalf of the American dream. It makes me want to... Continue Reading →
My Psalm
How long? How many more days do I have to cry bitterly asking you how long? My heart is sick my hope is deferred my heart hopes for what I can't conjure. How long must I try to find a quiet place to get away from the constant strain of this yoke pulling me one... Continue Reading →
Psalm 42- My paraphrase
Fathom Mag (my favorite Christian magazine) recently offered up a writing contest- your own paraphrase of a Psalm in honor of Eugene Peterson who recently went home. I didn't submit a piece to Fathom because I've done some re-prioritization this past couple weeks. I've stepped back from putting out effort to write anything besides my... Continue Reading →