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The Bruising of Beautiful Things Human suffering is vast, layered, inherited, and ancient.It stretches across generations, cultures, bloodlines, and history.Pain did not start with us, and it does not end neatly. Even the things that begin pure —love, family, faith, power, desire —pass through broken hands in a fallen worldand so often come out distorted. This is not…

Because You Are Loved If faith is irrational, why do so many rational minds believe?And if faith is rational, why do so many intelligent minds reject it?  Very wise men and women believe in Jesus Christ.Very wise men and women dismiss Him.  This has always troubled me.  If faith is irrational, why do so many brilliant minds embrace it?And…

The feverish passion of fervent dreams,dreams that will not die. Though the storms of life threaten them,there they stand in solid sight. Still there after all the hell,dreams ring their little bells,as if to yell,“I’m still alive…”not waiting for the soulto quell. Sailing past the jagged shore,dreams press ever at my door.On the wind a…

There is a difference between studying truth and binding yourself to it.Information can sit in the mind for years without ever reaching the heart. It can be quoted, debated, translated, examined, and still remain distant from the soul. But Scripture speaks of truth differently. It speaks of truth as something to be carried close. “Let…

When Old Wounds Still Echo Some memories do not live in words.They live in reactions.A scent. A sound. A scene in a movie. A trigger that awakens something buried deep within the nervous system.And suddenly the body remembers what the mind was not trying to revisit.The heart races. The stomach tightens. Anxiety rises without invitation. Images…

 On Suffering, Sonship, and Unearthing Freedom Some children learn to shine. Some children learn to survive. I learned to become someone who quietly disappears. Not loudly. Not dramatically. Quietly. It felt safer to shrink than to need, safer to endure than to ask, safer to disappear than to risk being too much. When your earliest mirror teaches…

The King of Kings will break the sky,on white steed He’ll descend;With Him the Bride of Christ, blood-sealed,the ransomed born again. No whispered trumpet veiled in cloud,no secret flight above—but heaven split by righteous fireand blazing covenant love.The nations gathered in their might,with iron, pride, and flame,will find their banners fall like dustbefore His holy…

Stand still for a moment and consider the scale of things.   We live on a planet that feels vast beneath our feet—oceans stretching beyond sight, mountains rising into clouds, cities alive with movement and sound. Yet this same Earth, so immense to us, becomes a mere speck when placed beside the sun. And the sun,…

The Quiet Place Where God SpeaksThere is a place where noise cannot follow.It is not found by searching harder, but by surrendering deeper. I have learned that God does not compete with my voice.He does not interrupt my thoughts or force His way in.He waits—quiet, steady, unmoved—until I am willing to become still. And stillness is not…

 The Speck & The Savior Beneath the Starry Skies  A speck beneath a sky so wide,Where silent stars like lanterns hide,I lift my eyes, feel small and still,Yet something draws my heart to fill. Not lost within the endless blue,But gently known, completely through,For He who shaped the distant flameHas softly called me by my name. He stepped…

In just a little while,and the storm begins to ease,what once felt like a breakingsoftens into breath and peace. In just a little while the thoughts that flay wildly,Like leaves in stirring air will fall into peaceful idly. In just a little in the dark of absent sun,The night will flee, and I will see that I…

Steadying the HelmNothing has broken,yet something has moved,no waves are rising,no peace disproved. The waters are quiet,the sky holds its light,no storm in the distance,no need for a fight.Yet deep in the stillness,I feel the slight sway,a shift in the currentI cannot delay. Where once I moved freely,unthinking, at ease,I now move with carelike a…

Do you ever feel like your relevance is slipping? There are moments when you begin to feel it—The shift.The space where your voice once carried weight feels quieter.The places you once fit seem to move without you. It can come at many different times. Prolonged illness, moving away from familiar friends and family into a…

There are moments in life when strength fades quietly.Not all at once.Not dramatically.Just enough that you feel it slipping—your footing unsure,your thoughts too heavy,your heart overwhelmed by things you cannot control. In those moments, I do not stand tall in confidence.I do not speak bold declarations.I do not have answers that quiet the storm.I become small. Like…

His voice is still and small, not pressing on my will,He waits for me to bend, to break open the seal. He speaks in whispers quiet in the breeze as passers by it,Quiet as a mouse, He moves about the house,Waiting for me to come to Him in the morning hours. Getting ready for the day, I…

There is a difference between a failing believer and a person who remains in sin—and it is not found in perfection. It is found in the posture of the heart.Both may sin. Both may fall. But they do not stand in the same place when they do. A truly born again believer cannot make peace…

Sin stands lingering in the doorway of basic human moments trying to control the soul. While failure comes quietly—not loud,not announced—just a whisper. Bringing accusation, fear and guilt.What now? As if a single fallcould reach backwardand undo what heaven sealed. As if a misstepcould renamewhat God has already redeemed. But the cross—it does not hesitate.it does not withdraw. It stands,unmoved,where…

There is a question that quietly unsettles many hearts:What happens after failure? After knowing truth, after receiving grace—what happens when sin shows up again? Does one misstep undo everything?Does falling mean becoming what was once left behind? The weight of that question often comes from a misunderstanding of what truly changed in the moment of new birth. To…

The Quiet GreenThe world was smaller then,and lighter—my youth making me obliviousto pressure. Barefoot again,and translated backto when I was younger. Moments unfolding before me,and I without a cluewhat a treasure those times were. Soaking it in nowas if my soul was starvingto find this feeling once more. The grass is softer here,or maybe I’ve forgottenhow to feel it. It…

Sometimes my mind reverts back time and time again—to hard places in my life where life didn’t turn out like I had planned or even worked for. I try desperately to get it all to make sense, but doesn’t. “If love was real… if it was given… if it was lived… how did it not…

Mary’s cry in Gospel of John 20:13 — “They have taken away my Lord, and I do not know where they have laid Him” — wasn’t just grief… it was love looking for presence. She wasn’t analyzing doctrine. She was aching for Him.Mary’s heart broke when she saw the angels at Jesus’ tomb. She cried,“What…

We can be shaken to the core by circumstances and life,but yet not be stirred enough to move in a forward direction. There is a difference between being disrupted and being changed.Life has a way of rattling everything—our plans, our sense of control, even our identity. It exposes what is fragile, what is uncertain, what…

There is always a version of ourselves that moves through the world. That version learns quickly how things work. It understands expectations. It knows when to speak, when to stay quiet, when to soften something sharp and when to appear stronger than it feels.Over time it becomes very natural.Not necessarily false — but arranged. Most…

Inside this skin I wear each dayIs someone still being shaped from clay.I hear two voices when I stand —One reaching up, one close at hand. One wants the narrow, steady way,The other leans toward quick display.One bows low and learns to wait,One pounds hard against the gate. I wonder which is truly me —The…

There are moments in life when a person feels very small or insignificant. Not dramatic.Not loud. Just small. Like a sparrow sitting quietly on the edge of a rooftop while the wind blows harder than its wings were made to carry. Some suffering is visible.But some suffering is silent. It settles into the body, the…

The Strength of Grace Inside every person you know, there is a person you don’t know. To as many as believed Him, He gave them power to become the sons of God (John 1:12).  There is a process to becoming sons of God and growing into your sonship so that what the Father has can…

Duty stands with steady hands,A quiet vow that firmly lands.It holds the line when storms appear,And does not bow to doubt or fear. It wakes before the light of dawn,Presses forward, carrying on.Not always stirred by heart’s delight,Yet faithful still to what is right. Devotion burns with inward flame,Not forced by rule, nor bound by…

The Sacred Work of LoveColossians 3:23 (ESV)“Whatever you do, work heartily, as for the Lord and not for men.”1 Corinthians 16:14 (ESV)“Let all that you do be done in love.” There is a difference between devotion and duty, though they often stand side by side.Duty is obligation. It says, “I have to.” “This is required.”…

2 Timothy 1:6–7“For this reason I remind you to fan into flame the gift of God… For God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power, love, and a sound mind.”Colossians 3:13–14“Bear with each other and forgive one another… And over all these virtues put on love, which binds them all together…

A relationship rarely fractures all at once.More often, something shifts quietly after the choosing — after the promises, after the vision, after the shared commitment to build. What once felt warm begins to feel thin. What once felt mutual begins to feel uneven. Sometimes it takes years to name what changed.The wound is not always…

Wake up sleepy head.Rub your eyes, get out of bed.The Lord is coming today,Now wash your face and make haste. We must make the house all swept and clean,So hurry, hurry — pick up your things.Open wide the curtains bright —Oh my! The dust in the morning light! Smile big and choose what’s right,Keep your little lamp…

Faith is unrelenting,a voice that speaks to mountainsand into storms.Move.Peace, be still. Not polished.Not composed.Not quoting perfectly memorized scripture.Just believing.Just calling. Faith is not the absence of fear —it is refusing to let fear take the lead.Faith does not deny the fire.Faith does not pretend the winds aren’t rising.Faith looks straight at the impossibleand still speaks Jesus. This…

Depth is beautiful. So is a 16oz ribeye. Rich.Substantial.Satisfying.But even the finest steak must be sliced if it is going to feed the table.I am drawn to depth. I honor it. I respect revelation that stretches us and calls us higher.But I have sat at tables rich with wisdom and left still hungry — not…

The Woman Who Writes FireShe is the woman who was born as one of purpose,not the woman who withers when affection is scarce. She is the woman who writes fire.Not wildfire.Not reckless flame.But refined strength —tempered, tested, governed. Fire cannot remain buried forever.Through pressure, it is purified.Through sorrow, it is steadied.Through suffering, it has endured. Her…

 There is a rider who no longer races the thunder.In her youth, she thought survival meant conquest — that storms must be split open, that fear must be strangled, that every dark horizon demanded a sword. But storms do not yield to swords. They exhaust themselves.So she learned something quieter. She learned pace.Not the wild…

The King of Kings will break the sky,on white steed He’ll descend;With Him the Bride of Christ, blood-sealed,the ransomed born again. No whispered trumpet veiled in cloud,no secret flight above—but heaven split by righteous fireand blazing covenant love. The nations gathered in their might,with iron, pride, and flame,will find their banners fall like dustbefore His…

Do not let my fire fadeinto a cautious, cooling light,where passion dims to measured wordsand day forgets the night. Let not my flame be built on noisethat flickers bright then dies,but steady as the altar coalsbeneath watchful skies. When comfort tries to quiet heatand zeal feels out of place,when rooms grow still with polished calmand…

There is a noticeable shift that happens in rooms over time.Leaders who once carried energy — vision, fire, momentum begin to move into instruction. Less ignition.More information.Instruction is not wrong. Teaching is necessary. Paul told Timothy, “Preach the word; be instant in season and out of season” (2 Timothy 4:2). Consistency matters. Depth matters. But…

We are often drawn to strength before we fully understand it. Conviction. Stability. Faith. Confidence. Order. We see something established in another person and something inside us says, I want to stand near that.Sometimes we believe stepping into covenant with strength will make us stronger. That marrying vision will enlarge ours. That proximity will produce…

The Living’s MemoirLiving in the Presence of Eternity I am just a grain of sandon the shores of time and space,a fleeting breath, a passing name,a moment, then erased. A small blue world, a borrowed light,a brief and fragile span—and yet You placed an eternal soulinside this mortal man. A soul too big for such…

He will not come to judge the nations yet,nor place His feet on dust,He will come into the upper airto gather those who trust. No sword will flash, no horse descend,no armies fill the sky—only a sound that breaks the graveand teaches death to rise. A trumpet, not for battle cry,but for the chosen few,to…

How can redemption stick with us and be applicable if we are always biting forbidden fruit!? Redemption “sticks” because it is not based on our consistency.It is based on God’s decision.Jesus said, “You did not choose Me, but I chose you” (John 15:16). From the beginning, redemption was never built on human reliability.It was built…

No one could seewhat bound my hands,no bruises lived upon my skin,no one knew the weight I bore,or where the cage had been. I walked, I smiled, I did my part,I spoke of strength, of grace, of calm,but somewhere deep, a silent lockstill held me tight to bitter psalm. I averted my eyes just a…

Hidden Faithfulness Before Visible Witness  “You are the salt of the earth.” — Matthew 5:13“You are the light of the world.” — Matthew 5:14  You called us salt before the light, before the shining, before the sight—to guard what rots in hidden ways in common meals and common days. A grain so small, a task…

  There is a rare gift some parents give their children, and it has nothing to do with money, education, or opportunity.They give them conversation.Not simply words filling a room, but meaningful conversation woven naturally into everyday life.Some families teach their children to stay quiet while adults speak. Others constantly push children away from the…

Tik tok, tik tok—There’s honey in the rock,Honey in the rock. Prepare your feet, wash your face,The Bridegroom calls—this is the place.A time for sobriety, a time for grace,Oil in our lamps, fire in our pace. Tik tok, tik tok—There’s honey in the rock,Honey in the rock. From hidden wells in desert ground,Your mercy flows…

Some conversations reveal more than agreement ever could.  I recently tried to speak with someone about the tragedies I have walked through over the past five years and the faithfulness of God within them, and the other person did not engage. I have learned that when suffering and faith are spoken together, it can be…

She never asked to be received,never demanded room,she learned to make a banquetout of silence and assume. She gathered what was scattered,called fragments something whole,carried light in open handsand never told it took a toll. She begged for drops of tendernessfrom vows that once were sworn,and held them close like treasurethough they cut her when…

The Unveiling Of Romantic Love It’s easy to fall in love and easy to fall out of love. When love begins it’s so exciting. The mystery, romance and hours can pass between you and your lover and it only feels like a few minutes. It’s not enough. It’s not enough time. You notice things about…

Sometimes wisdom is written by frail hands.Sometimes it was whispered.Before it was preached, it was lived. Before it was memorized, it was cherished —its tone honored through repetition, through endurance, through love.Scripture calls this the law of thy mother.The Hebrew word is torah. Not merely rules.Not cold commands.But direction — the gentle aiming of a…

  I’ve tried to justify creation in my mind, and I can’t—not from here.  When I look honestly at the cost of sin, the suffering it has unleashed, the bodies and minds it has broken, I find myself thinking something I never thought I’d admit:  I wouldn’t have created humanity.  Not if I knew it would cost this much.   Scripture…

Let Today Be the Day“Let all bitterness and wrath and anger and clamor and evil speaking be put away from you… forgiving one another, even as God for Christ’s sake hath forgiven you.” — Ephesians 4:31–32 Forgiveness is rarely something we want to do right away.More often, it is the very thing we resist—because choosing it…

Dear Believers,I hear what you’re saying, and I want you to know this first: some of what you’re seeing regarding the nation of Israel is real. There are people who exploit power. There are leaders who are corrupt. There are systems that benefit the few at the expense of the many. Scripture itself never denies…

Everytime I thought my end would come and life would overwhelm and conquer me, the Lord made a way, brought me through and gave me a testimony. He’s holding you tight. That’s a beautiful truth—and it carries the weight of lived experience. Those aren’t words spoken from theory; they’re forged from nights survived when I…

 Descending in my own mindone thousand miles deep.A flash of Your facepulls me from distracted sleep. Numbing my painwith excess and gain.Your scent passes by me,and for a moment I am sober—my soul stained. Stumbling, falling,scratching, breaking, crying…Your tender voice:a gentle reminding. Locked away,isolated by fear, sickness, and pain.Just Your bloodto make me whole again. Swerving, curving, winding.Nail-pierced hands,inviting…

Excitement in the air I am filled with expectation. The Spirit without measure no religious regulation. Branded by the word of God I am a new breed. Get on this glory train and reposition your thinking. Keep your eye upon the prize don’t be hypnotized with lies. Regrets will keep you looking back and bound…

A mind twisted in a thicket. A intrusive occupation of brambles and weeds. Amongst the briars the chaos of roots woven tightly in. Intangled in the thorns the trashes cut me when blown in by the wind. Embraced by the saftey found in the haven of the shadows bend. I sit alone in silence engulfed…

Learning to Lean Just a Little While “Contend with my opponents, O LORD;fight against those who fight against me.Take up Your shield and buckler;arise and come to my aid.Draw the spear and javelin against my pursuers;say to my soul: ‘I am your salvation.’”— Psalm 35 I have been hesitant to write lately.Perhaps because I have been quietly…

The essence of courage is in embracing vulnerability. Without vulnerability there is no courage. You learn more about who you are, your strengths and weaknesses in each courageous leap of vulnerability. Often vulnerability is associated with weakness, when in fact, it is definitely the opposite. Jesus was made strong by His weakness. His vulnerability. The…

Peace Is Not the Enemy of Holiness I have spent a great deal of time thinking about Paul.Paul was radical long before his conversion.Even in his days as Saul, there was intensity within him — absolute conviction, relentless pursuit, intellectual sharpness, and a willingness to destroy what he believed opposed truth.Radical men rarely become moderate overnight. I…

Here lately I have been going toe to toe with some of the hardest life questions and the emotions that have come as a result of personal loss and trauma. This blog is deeply personal to me because of the depth of my transparency. When my soul gets to the darkest of shades I grasp…

A very precious friend and sister sent me a scripture a little while ago. One that tells me how to respond to my current trial. I wouldn’t have had any instruction as to how to cope with what is going on inside of me had the Lord not used her to instruct me. My love…

Recently, I watched The Chosen. The short film in its beautiful simplicity helped me see Nicodemus in a completely different light. Let me first say that I didn’t know I was lost until I watched it. Not lost in the sense that I don’t know Christ but lost in that my heart fell into darkness…

Withdrawing from relationships is a natural reaction when we are disappointed and/or hurt. It’s a basic self-preservation mechanism. It is something that we all fight with and struggle to overcome in order to keep our hearts tender and our minds free. I am always learning new things about setting boundaries and being more patient –…

The sky cradled you like you were the moon. Your blanket was the stars. The night air brushed against your ear, whispering from its satin-like silence. The sun rose each morning to kiss your nose, watching you as you stretched, yawned and wiggled your toes. The ocean moves to meet you on the beach just…

I had a vision. I saw a field of wheat crushed by strong winds; every stalk broken except for one lonely stem. Right in  the center of everything, crushed.  It just stood there swaying in the breeze. Holy Spirit then spoke to me and said, “A bruised reed I will not break, nor stamp out…

When you were a child, did you ever have a blanket, a baby doll, or anything else that specifically brought you comfort?For me, it was my Momma and Daddy singing to me, or my Granny’s love. I ask this question because something very profound was shared with me this morning. Something that helps me to…

I want more of you and all of the beauty you have shared with me. Don’t deny me My Love JustOneGive me one more sunrise peaking through the curtains of leafy trees. Give me one more starry sky, listening to the music of crickets and whispery nights. Give me one more sip of muskadine wine.Give…

If I could paint my love it would be in colors never seen with mortal eyes. Oh if I could write my love it would be with words only eternity could penn. If I could could speak my love my lips would speak tongues of angels and of men. If I could dance my love, …

Acts chapter 9 tells the story of a man named Saul. Anyone familiar with scripture is aware of the kind of man Saul was. The kind of man people feared was the man traveling down the road to Damascus that day. He, a brilliant but diabolical person who persecuted the church and was even responsible…

Some people like thunderstorms. I am not one of them. After my divorce in 2011 I had to live alone for the first time in my life. I had seen first hand what horrific devastation tornadoes and severe weather did to homes and families. I was so afraid during that time in my life that…

The song of sorrow, dark unsilenced. The groans of souls in pain. Whispers voices, in the chaos of suffering anguish brings. Oh the nights of lonely yearning for just a bit relief. Takes tears to groanings no words just moanings of the spirit in belief. Take to the alter, let it burn one voice says…

The things that are true are always true. Time, circumstances, pressures.. These things cannot change what the Lord has made pure. Beautiful Little Treasures we are. Made by the hands of the Father. Potent, pure and providentially fashioned. Not one bit diminished by the world. Forever grafted into the body of Christ. Forever sealed by…

Then the Lord spoke to Job out of the storm and said, “Who is this that obscures my plans with words without knowledge? Job 38:1-2 Once the clay has been given to the Potter in ownership.. How can clay resist the Potter? What power does the clay have except it be given to it? If then…

Surrendered to the Father’s hands and the Potters Wheel. Abandoned to the spindle and the Weavers skill. Yielded to the Poet and His romantic themes. Author take your ink and quill and penn your way with me. And I’ll play for you on the harp with the golden strings. I’ll sing for you a new…

When I see the moon I see you.When the sunrises through my window I see you there too. I dream of walking hand in had on a beaten path or maybe sand. How can I not gasp at the magnificence of snow covered mountains and words fail me at the vastness of the sea? Still…

The pressure to give up is growing greater in the earth. I believe Jesus felt the weight of the world on his shoulders in Gethsemane. He cried out for relief struggling with the natural instinct of self preservation and literally dying for a world he only felt on his shoulders. I imagine his heart was…

It’s difficult to complain tonight. It’s Christmas Eve!… While my heart is filled with gratitude for my family and the fact that we have survived the hardest year of our lives I lay in bed tonight with a fever. Everyone in my house has the flu and bronchitis.… As I recall the past twelve months…

When everything is ready, I will come and get you, so that you will always be with me where I am. John 14:3 When troubles come, faith endures.Hope voices her sight of light ahead assures.Amid the showers flowers bloom.Across desert rivers flow, not shyly I dare not presume.Oceans of time are of no distance, for…

Now faith is the SUBSTANCE of things Hoped for, the EVIDENCE of things not seen. Hebrews 11:1 As I begin writing this blog I feel a sense of hesitation. Hesitant because we have been trained that false hope is better than no hope. When in fact there’s either real hope based upon facts or no…

I seek peace this world can’t offer. I long for love that has it’s scoffers. I trained my voice to sing a tune. To dance in the rain, make flowers bloom. Alas the night upon a roof beneath the stars I lay bare. My Creator found me there. No judging eyes, surprised? I poured my…

Or have you ever had your hand held by your Love while you slept? Have you been kissed and forgot time? Can you remember the smooth sweet voice of that beautiful someone singing you into the dream world? Has someone ever walked into a room and captured you completely? Have you ever been blessed to…

Torrid tryst? In trouble? Trust! In His faithfulness, we must! Through torrential rains, birthing pains, enivitable change; I tell you, just believe! Amazing promises us to receive. FOCUS, and soon you’ll find, yourself across the finish line. In His Service, Jennifer

Matthew 4:4But He answered and said, “It is written: ‘Man shall not live by bread alone, but by every word that proceedeth out of the mouth of God.’” To proceed means to begin or continue. The word of God is still being written because the word is still being spoken. We can know the scripture…

Daddy, I was strongest on your shoulder. So thankful for the goofy looks, the spankings, love, the singing in the car, showing us how to never give up. Showing me what a good man should be like. Unmistakably flawed. Wonderfully forgiven. Always contrite. I love you so much Daddy. I’m so thankful I told you…

It’s been a while since I have blogged. I lost my mother in March 2021. It has been so hard to process. I have some thoughts I need to share. I hope it is a blessing to you. It should be simple to rid ourselves of toxic behaviors, environments, beliefs and relationships. But we develop…

My precious momma lay in her hospital bed suffering hallucinations, stage four kidney failure, and having survived five surgeries in the last 6 weeks giving God thanks. In a rare moment of clear thinking and the moment she saw my sister in video call she said these words to her. “Anita there’s angels all around…

Does the quiet sooth you?Does the moon make you want to touch it? The mesmerizing affect of a shadows silhouette.The wooing of the moon.The seduction silence offers.The mystery of the dark.He is a soft burning ember.The longing of my soul.The aching of my heart. Have you ever longed for something or someone?It’s like a slow…

The skies grew dark with sulfuric breathing as bolts of lightening lunged. The earth quaked with demonic anticipation at the death of God’s only begotten son. Caged by all of my sin, bound with fetters, paralyzed with fear. A salty test escaped my eye as flashed before me all the years.I fixed my gaze upon…

Hello my Lovelies, I was praying earlier today and Holy Spirit remind me of Judges chapter 7. As I read through it and refreshed my memory of this wonderful story of Gideon and God’s victory, I marveled how the Lord used something completely ridiculous to accomplish the miraculous. In Judges chapter 7 we learn that…

Your thirst has brought you to Jacob’s well, fetching water from a pail. Crisp, clean, cool refreshing water. Healing, delivering, satisfying… Living water. Come to the well at the morning light, and tap into the reservoir that never runs dry. Draw from the deep, quench thirst. Drink from the fountain, your spirit immerse. Your willingness…

I remember a particular day when my house was filled with my young nieces and nephews (this was a typical day. lol) The sounds of the girls bossing the boys around, the boys being completely resistant to their incessant prodding, led to some tumultuous days. As I recall these days, I now treasure them and…

How do we keep from burning out? Proverbs 31 describes a virtuous woman. One who is busy with home, children, business, finiances, humanity and the Lord. It seems we have an awful lot of weight to carry. And the weight does get heavy if we try to bear the burden on our shoulders, literally. Sometimes…

In silence sits the Sackcloth Weaver, midst shadows, in some lonely room. In turmoil with his concentration, the contradiction with that of which he looms. Who is He that gave him such purpose? Whose threads are they that he does bear? “Tis but just Sackcloth?” His heart does question. What need would have me take…

 Isaiah 60:1-3 NIV. “Arise, shine, for your light has come, and the glory of the LORD rises upon you. See, darkness covers the earth and thick darkness is over the peoples, but the LORD rises upon you and his glory appears over you. Nations will come to your light, and kings to the brightness of your…

I wonder dreamly of hence, what fanciful treasures must see? And think a thought of countless measure, wistful, what the next line will be? To draft with quill upon some unsuspecting parchment, a tale not of whimsy but of Truth. To penn some wisdom fitly written, purposed just for you. I dare not trifle with…