Disillusionment strangles joy and leaves us wanting more. There is a mistress of the dark. The soul’s lover and yet demise—a black widow of sorts, feasting on the lifeblood of success, poisoning purposes with perpetual pain, bleeding through best intentions. READ THE ENTIRE POST...
The Open Door
When I was a new believer, I tried so hard to hit God’s mark for my life. Yet, even though I sought to depend upon His Spirit, I was more aware of my failure than of His heart. READ THE ENTIRE POST...
