• Poetry / Prayers


    I come to you Jesus, the one who loves my soul, and pause to wonderWhat path have you trod, what made it even possible that you should consider me,the guilty one, full of pain and shame, full of sin, lost…

  • Remarkable Things

    The Old Brush

    He proceeded to take out a blade and he cut away all those beautifully shaped hair ends and reshaped it into something else, and my spirit cringed within me. I remember this well but never applied it because why would…

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