Numb

  “Help my unbelief!” Is what I pray most often. Because I don’t see you, I can’t feel you, and I seem to be the recipient of decreased sensation to your work. Chris was onto something, because I can’t smell the color nine either. There is this whiff, this glimpse I get like when a … Continue reading Numb

I was a dog. He became a worm- A short story inspired by the Syrophoenician woman in Matthew 15

I watched all night. My daughter’s body thrashing. Her mouth yelling vile words. Words she should not know. Her young body was evidently being abused by evil. Something foul was possessing her. Oppressing her. Perverting the beauty I could see in her. I looked away. I needed a break from the visage of my precious … Continue reading I was a dog. He became a worm- A short story inspired by the Syrophoenician woman in Matthew 15