Sometimes every ounce of my being wishes she would die a swift and clean death Sometimes I wish she would lose all capacity to see, to hear, to touch and feel Despite the calculated efforts of my repeated attacks She valiantly clings to her disgusting life, poisoning all that is pure She is the antithesis of all I strive to believe in Publicly I make bold claims against her, Leading the protest march with a determined fist held high If our protest marches faithfully to the east She effortlessly coaxes us with an alluring westbound breeze Until we are frantically backpedaling...

My hands and knees meet the floor Crawling, I peer underneath I catch the slightest glimpse of it, but it escapes my clumsy grasp Straining my neck, supporting my body by the balls of my feet Standing, I peer above I catch the slightest glimpse of it, but it escapes my increasingly determined grasp Eyes closed, journeying inward Meditating, I search for it within My pure intentions cannot coax it from its hiding place My feet meet the earth in rapid succession Sprinting, I search for it in the distant unknown My desperation drives it even farther away My search intensifies but my thoughts...

The weird thing about living in another country is the limited access I have to social media (Internet, cell phones, televisions, newspapers, magazines, etcetera.) Sometimes I forget about the rest of the world. This is good because it helps me to live in the moment of where I am and what I’m doing. It’s also good because I don’t get stuck wasting time reading the perpetual cycle of facebook updates or those celebrity gossip stories I secretly take pleasure in. My mind is clear from meaningless distraction. On the other hand, I fall behind from the reality that is...

A Beautiful Fragrance         A drift, a blow, a breeze   the intensity turns to greet me.      When it’s full, it’s packed, it’s deep And there’s purpose among its mystery.        A memory, a thought, a glimpse Lead me to remember the present.      When it lingers, it draws, it surrounds May it pour over lives in drought.        A drop, a jar, a pool Cover us with what only He knew.      When it anoints, it prepares,...

                     I consider my life worth nothing to me, if only I may finish the race and complete the task the Lord Jesus has given me.  –Acts 20:24    The night we entered the city of Managua, I was deeply saddened.  The streets were dark, and the crumbling, multi-colored buildings seemed unsatisfying.  I searched the eyes of the people on the streets and I saw despair, fear and emptiness, but these feelings weren’t recognized by the people that...

“As a prisoner for the Lord, then, I urge you to love a life worthy of the calling you have received. Be completely humble and gentle; be patient, bearing with one another in love. Make every effort to keep the unity of the Spirit through the bond of peace. There is one body and one Spirit- just as you were called to one hope when you were called- one Lord, one faith, one baptism; one God and Father of all, who is over all and through all and in all.” Ephesians 4: 1-6 Unity- this word appears in scripture quite a bit, however, I don’t think I’ve ever really...