He Still Washes Feet— A Maundy Thursday Reflection
There are places in me that ache quietly—places I’ve hidden beneath layers of good intentions and strong appearances. Places where old wounds still whisper, where pride disguises itself as survival, and shame builds quiet cathedrals I never meant to enter again. Sometimes, I forget they’re there. Until a word… A memory… A silence too long……
Keep readingGod, For How Long? (A Lament)
I’ve carved a shadow in the mud I’ve dug my reflection into clay I’ve drawn Your image all around Going so deep that water flows A teary mix of a worn out soul I am drained of sorrow. I am drowning in “What if’s?“ There is no answer to the “Why, God?” There is no…
Keep readingThe Why’s
I am a creative. There is no doubting this. I don’t need to question this or know the “why’s.” But sometimes, I do ponder and think about why God chose to speak audibly to me in 2003. I know that it’s not necessarily important. But outside of being creative, I am also deeply analytical and…
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