For the Youth: Advice From Regret

I wish I had done better, When I lived my younger years, To choose a better path, Would have prevented many tears.

3 Weeks of Bliss, 2 Weeks of Reality

For those that suffer with fibromyalgia, there's a fine line between calling the good days a blessing or a curse.

Sunday Reflection: Jesus’ Possession

Who wants to be someone's possession? To have someone own you where they have the rightful authority to dictate your life?

Poem: Haunting Desire

I want it out, I want it out, This desire in my heart. I want it out, I want it out, So the sin won't start. I need relief, I need relief, From this damaging thought. I need relief, I need relief, Before I am caught. I'm praying, I'm praying, For the struggle to be … Continue reading Poem: Haunting Desire →

Good to Overcome Evil

Why do the good suffer evil? Because sin is in the world, right? But, consider this too though; if the good did not suffer, how else would we see Christ's love working through the hands of those who use good to overcome evil? Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good. Romans‬ … Continue reading Good to Overcome Evil →

For the Youth: The Rod or Gentleness

What if your parents could use another tool more often to instruct you called gentleness? Where words of encouragement and compliments are used more often than rebuke.

Poem: His Possession

A possession, I don't want to be, Unless it's to the Savior, Who died for me. His instruction, I want to adhere, Worldly desires I deny, For salvation draws near. Zealous deeds, In this present time, Worthy of the Savior, Who died for every crime. Blessed hope, Through grace shown, To purify a people, That … Continue reading Poem: His Possession →

Sunday Reflection: Crucified with Christ

Since I have a Savior who was crucified on behalf of my sins, I will not totally accept myself for who I am.

For the Youth: Do You Name Drop?

In high school, so much revolves around the people you associate with. You are either labeled cool or a nerd by the names of the people you can call your friends.

The Birds and the Lilies

When I hear the birds of the air, I hear them singing: "We are happy, We are fed, By the Father's hand, We get our bread." When I see the lilies of the field, I see them expressing: "We are beautiful, We are dressed, By the Father's hand, We are blessed." When I consider these … Continue reading The Birds and the Lilies →