A gentle reminder from God. He loves you. You are worth it.
Who do you need to let go of? What needs to change in order to make the most of your life?
Take on a different perspective with these Valentines Day reminders.
Love is Drinking water from the mouth of Hades. A liquid flaming gold, Scooped from the river of fire itself. ¯ The lava leaves burning scars on my lips, My soul is but melted rock, Indistinguishable. My insides boil, Bubbling red until The heat, no longer contained Erupts. ¯ Molten tears race down my skin,Continue reading “Unquenched”
Dear Special Guy, Congratulations, you have caught my attention. I guess that’s not really difficult to do, but here we are. From the moment you smiled during our first conversation, I knew I wanted to be good friends with you and hopefully something more down the line. Well, we’re down the line now, and I’ve comeContinue reading “Dear Special Guy…”
Spiritually speaking, this week is pretty busy. For my family, it’s not really because of Palm Sunday, Good Friday, or even Easter, but because of three other holidays that are either glossed over or forgotten completely. I’m speaking of Passover, Unleavened Bread, and First Fruits. Just like with most holidays and not a lot of nearby family, weContinue reading “Christians, Don’t be Afraid of Passover”
I’m no stranger to Young’s The Shack nor its controversies. YouTube videos detail the story’s brainwashing doctrine, theological scholars call it heresy, and articles flood my newsfeed with all the biblical reasons to avoid supporting the new film adaptation. Even so, I went to see the film with an excitement that’s been building up sinceContinue reading “Why I Went to See The Shack”
By Leah Jordan Meahl A tight embrace to melt the edge of loneliness To feel a beating heart—a lullaby desire. The brush of skin, though not my own Full of life, of breath, I cry desire. Asleep, awake, my thoughts are captivated By your face, though blurry, O thy desire. YouContinue reading “Feeding Desire”
By Leah Jordan Meahl The arrow flies Striking perfectly, A poisoned tip of desire Pierces skin, Seeping into blood That pumps life Now strangled. Stuck. In a pit. Face glistens. Hot. Chest constricts. Heavy. The ladder to climb out Has no end.
Friday, January 20th, 2017. That morning you were doing one of two things: watching the Presidential Inauguration or not watching it. As for my family, we sat around our TV and watched history being made. It was the first inauguration that I was actually interested in seeing. I don’t have a taste for politics inContinue reading “Donald Trump: Choose Love”