The Story Behind Your Scars

Beneath the surface of this bruise is a vein of backfiring blood running toward a resolution. You see only the external evidence of an internal eruption, but time will prove that bruises fade and scars become the everlasting witness of yesterday's choices. Behind each scar is a story. Every inch of the journey has been recorded on the … Continue reading The Story Behind Your Scars

Hoping to Lose

I recently heard a story about a young philosophy student, and an old monk, Father Makarios.  The conversation went something like this: Student: "Father Makarios, do you still wrestle with the devil?" Father Makarios: "No. I used to wrestle with the Devil all the time. But now I have grown old and tired, and the Devil has grown … Continue reading Hoping to Lose

Conversations In the Mirror

Your best days are in the rearview mirror.  Remember that one time when it was New Year's Eve and you were in the middle of the circle listening to your favorite band with your favorite people and it was snowing and your stomach hurt from laughing so hard at the stolen thunder and you stood … Continue reading Conversations In the Mirror

“…It’s a Cold and Broken, Hallelujah”

The carpet felt more like concrete, as I collapsed beneath the table and erupted into a violent explosion of salty tears and self-hatred. The world I had known was forever changed in the unraveling of my shame, finding a shattered mirror and a fist and a whisper, "wherever you go, there you are." Find me … Continue reading “…It’s a Cold and Broken, Hallelujah”

I Believe

I believe that I've lost belief in promises and choruses and confessions of faith and doubtthat flannel graph stories of redemption can be recapitulated and monday follows a blood red sky and sunday never comes.I believe in angels in blue jeans.I believe in Ambria's promises and Ashlyn's nail polish and Mariah's runaway tears. I believe in bonfires and … Continue reading I Believe