When I was a boy, I thought going to sea was a great adventure that would be good fun. I would spend hours watching the ships come and go out of Whitby Harbor
“So I looked, and behold, a pale horse. And the name of him who sat on it was Death, and Hell followed with him...” —Revelation 6:8a I draw near to the Light.
When the shadows grew long, I fell in a field and buried my face in the dirt. My sleep I gave to lengthen the days, My muscles to run through walls, My brain
She will never understand how a heart that bleeds every day Can find the air to love And the strength to bleed again tomorrow.
What would I learn if I had not begun The journey on this dark and crooked path? God possesses joy and also wrath, And on this horrid day I feel but one. My
Resting in You. Trusting in You. Content in You. What do I really want from You? Are my desires correctly placed? What brings me satisfaction in life? Is it You? Oh Lord, May
How do I start things in my day? By waiting for a vision. Say, A creature inspiration brings. She makes me want to do good things. And yet, when inspiration hits, My willpower
Willa’s front door burst open with a crack, and light flooded in, shoving the darkness back. A bright white light and behind that, blue and red and blue and red that whirled
He was aware of bright light and heat and something wet on the side of his face. Adam swam in and out of consciousness, battling to wake up. He opened his eyes only
“You ready?” Raymond grasped the hand of the gentle woman beside him. She tucked a piece of caramel-colored hair behind her ear, looked him in the eyes, and nodded. He breathed in a
“Coming, Hannah?” A friend poked her head into the bunkhouse, letting yellow light spill through the door and into the night. I stuffed a few extra snacks into my backpack and pulled my
Willpower. Sometimes that means thriving, and sometimes that means dying. Okay. Not dying. But giving it every last ounce of coffee energy you have. While I was growing up, playing sports was energy,
It’s Friday, and you’re tired. Not just tired—you’re exhausted. You walk into your 9 a.m. “Just four more classes, and I’m done,” you whisper to yourself. You