The Game of Prose

“Fog”

She loves the state of fog she’s in. It fades the trees to painted wisps of smoke, and all she can see is the faint yellow line dividing the black asphalt. The lack of scenery in the headlights allows no distractions from the daydreams cruising through her head. The Cure’s “Lovesong” blares from the walls of the car doors,… Continue reading “Fog”

The Game of Prose

“Safe”

Reach your hand and take hold Can you wake me up Cruised then crashed, caught off guard Say the words, reveal it Can you take me in Under waves, an echoed voice Dig deep and give your heart Can you pull me out Prospective and inevitable Make eye contact and lock it Can you make… Continue reading “Safe”

Christianity

Why Does God Allow Evil and Suffering?

  This is a question that people have been asking since the beginning. Why does God allow evil and suffering? While I believe no one can fully understand or know God’s reasons, the scriptures give a lot of insight into the purpose of evil and suffering in the world. As I studied and went through… Continue reading Why Does God Allow Evil and Suffering?

Journals

God’s Timing

Here are some observations I’ve recently made in my life. During my life as a Christian, the term, “Trust God’s timing,” has always been sound advice given to me. It makes sense, I mean, obviously the Creator of the universe should know when things should begin or end for us, better than we could with… Continue reading God’s Timing

The Game of Prose

“Symmetry”

When the sunset breaks through the line between sky and sea, it creates a perfect symmetry. Although it felt as if the whole world changed, it didn’t. It was me. Found; I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.

The Game of Prose

“Church”

Loneliness is within her. Wherever she goes, it follows. She lays in bed too long on Saturday morning. She gets ready and steps outside,  breathing in the icy air, watching the bright sun blind the city. She warms her insides with the city’s best coffee, and spends the last of her “leisure” cash on a syrupy… Continue reading “Church”

The Game of Prose

“Loved”

His fingertips are lightning bolts; reaching out for impact. Each flash of light is contact and it shakes the planet. His voice echoes for miles and if it weren’t for the trees, we’d all be wiped out. But these electric bolts aren’t limited to destruction. They cut hearts to change them, and burn bad habits… Continue reading “Loved”