To Escape

It’s why I drink, it’s why I ate People please, ingratiate I feel the pull so many times To flit away when pressures rise. Escape from my emotions. Discomfort’s locomotion. I know that if I just would face Compulsion would disintegrate. Yet still I fight with all my might To still the noise and shed

The Beautiful Back and Forth

There is something about breath that is extremely spiritual. Breath means life. Breath means hope… I think it is so interesting that breathing happens all on its own and yet it is something we can also choose to control. It is in how we do this that we can use it well or use it

Lord, Teach Me to Play

Lord, I don’t know the lie I’m believing Can’t identify how the devil’s deceiving But I feel the weight It’s affecting my gait And I want to be free for your Eden. I’ve become so serious, joy stunted by pain Not well received, abdicated my claim The devil delights In this choice of great price

“You can’t see my gaze because you are resting in My arms.”

I’ve been starting to journal more. I started a program that encourages it. Even though it is always rewarding, it still feels like such a chore most of the time to dedicate the time to do it, and I resist. This specific program recommends journaling your thoughts with God. It’s a mindset coaching program and

This is Me

When it comes to prayer, I’ve been told only two things are necessary. First, you need to show up, and second, you need to be honest.  There’s a recording of the rehearsal of the song, “This is Me”, from the movie, The Greatest Showman, in which you can actually see the transformation of the singer