when evil almost wins

when evil almost wins

by | Oct 3, 2011 | for reflection, PRAY

One would assume the older one gets, the easier it is to be good. At least that’s what I used to think. But after the last month, I’m convinced it only gets more difficult and I’m embarrassed to sit here writing this to you because the words I write...
when we are called to assist

when we are called to assist

by | Sep 19, 2011 | for reflection

Red prisms, beautiful prisms really, splashed on white linoleum. Blood sprayed between my fingers, hitting the kitchen window, and I remember the way it fell smooth, leaving only a watery shimmer behind as the red drops slid closer to the window sill. I laughed. I...
the ties that bind

the ties that bind

by | Aug 25, 2011 | for reflection

Engrossed in my book, I fail to notice the swarm of people around me, as they unburden their loads of books onto the nearby tables while precariously trying not to spill their coffee. Never leaving the world of fiction, I subconsciously notice the aroma of the deep...
from jeans to scrubs [when life serves a 180]

from jeans to scrubs [when life serves a 180]

by | Aug 18, 2011 | for reflection

I hang my hand out the window, doing the airplane as I drive through the gravel roads of Iowa. The old farm truck I sit in doesn’t have air conditioning, but the evening is cool enough that it doesn’t bother me. My jeans have holes in them, and when I look...