Mortal vs God

The breathe in my lungs, such a natural thing. In out. In out. In out... wait, something isn't right, in... help but nobody is here, out... I felt this before, do not resist do knot resissttee nt fiht it the words go jumbled the time ceases to move in out in out in out in…

Romans 8 28

When the world crumbles, what do I have left? For years I've been angry. Deep down inside, something lingered that just wouldn't release its grip. I've wept at my own sin, more times than I can count, asking God over and over again to take this burden from me. Over the past three or so…

Almost 39

"I am not the same as I once was, nor today will I carry unto tomorrow, but become someone else by morning..." I woke up this morning with that in my head. I write even in my sleep, thanks Shakespeare - he must be my Muse. Flip the calendar twice from today and I welcome…