Love like a Nightmare

I watched my grief spiral out of control. The evening before, I cruised through memory lane struck with nostalgia. That afternoon all I wanted to do was vomit. I didn’t. I came close though. Weeping on my daybed as I thought about how much has changed since high school, and the things that haven’t. It’s …

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The Suitcase

I woke up early this morning because I couldn’t sleep. Again. September is getting closer and as it does, I remember a friend who isn’t here anymore. I put new strings on my guitar yesterday and it made me think of him. He loved to play guitar. He was awesome at it. I however, am …

Red Chairs

A couple of nights ago, I relished in the memory that God is good. I don’t know why exactly. Perhaps the plucking of violin strings from Lindsey Sterling music playing on Pandora, or the passing tones of the Piano Guys had a little to do with my nostalgia. Most people who know me would make …

Keep Climbing

A couple of weeks ago, I came to church feeling groggy from my earrache. I didn't focus much on the worship music. Half of me could not hear it anyways. Instead I focused more on what I could see. In my state of grogginess, feeling like I had been run over with a truck, I …

Plates

Sometime ago a friend showed me  an evangelism video. The video was called Plates. I was in a peculiar season, and there was something that resonated with me to see all those plates being thrown down to the sidewalk from an extremely tall building. Smash! Crash! Splat! There they lay shattered beyond repair. But then …