From โAll The Kingโs Men: A Poetic Treatise On Healingโ by Jamie Lewis. The Hem: a watercolor I am tired of fighting shameIts shadow chases meI reach my hand to touch HimAnd just as I feel the hem of His garment-A single thread within my graspShame rears its ugly head againI pull back in dreadUnholy …
Pig Slop
Are you familiar with the story of the prodigal son? If not, I encourage you to read Luke 15:11-32. Basically, a man had two sons. One wanted his inheritance early. He left, partied away his money with friends who in turn left him when all the money ran out. He was desperate, so he started …
Promises
Embrace the promise of Spring. Look with hope toward life.
The Vessel
I am a vesselBroken, Scarred, EarthernHaving walked through Narrow PlacesPressed by walls of my own makingCrushed, Beyond RepairPowder, DustFranctured, I lost heartHeavy, the shadow of shameYet heavier still The Spirit of MercyHovering above the chaos of my soulMoving across the depths of my heartWrapping Himself around the dark and shattered piecesSharp edges cutting, PiercingBlood spillingI …
A Quiet Place: A Week Alone in the Woods-The Fifth Day
Day 5 I didnโt sleep well last night. It is my last night in the cabin in the woods. I will miss it here-the peace, the quiet, the place of reflection and reconnection with myself and my God. The ulcers have spread into my throat. Making the pain more intense. There is no fever, but …
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The Restorer
He stepped back from his work, pleased. He took a breath. It was good. He considered his work. It had taken some time. Oh, it wasn't perfect. He knew when he started it wouldn't be. But it was good. It was good because he'd given his attention to it, set his focus upon it. He'd …
The Healing Power of SONlight
She appeared wounded at first. Perhaps she was merely tired, vulnerable. She landed silently upon the fence railing and then glided to the ground just below the feeder. She wobbled a bit as she walked and her wing seemed bent. She looked about her fertively and headed for the patch of sunlight-a single strip of …
