Without Jesus, I am just a hollow, empty shell. You take Him away, and I’m just a casing, just a body. A writhing mass of sinful ugliness, spewing hurt out into the world. Jesus is the only thing that can fill … Continue reading
It smelled as if I was brewing a pot of coffee in the shower, instead of just washing out my hair. There are worse things to smell like, I guess. People sometimes. I look at people and am just amazed … Continue reading
I remember the feel of the little childs hand. grimy. sweaty. dirty. small. Nose running, I was sure the hand was covered in snot. I held on anyway, but not because I necessarily wanted to. Not out of love. More … Continue reading
My mind is choppy from the turbulence of sin. Past regrets speak loudly to me of my spiritual inadequacy. Guilt shouts to me of my hypocrisy. Double-mindedness drives me forward one moment and backward the next.