write on dear writers…  write on!

write on dear writers… write on!

Write on dear writers…  Write on! I don’t know how many times I have sat here staring at the computer and wondering why in the world I am doing this. Why am I writing? Who in the world is even reading this stuff? It’s easy to get caught up in the lack of comments and...
in the searching i discover i am found.

in the searching i discover i am found.

Lord, I live in pursuit of a little one. One who is pulled at and torn by the world. Selfish motives driven by insecurities and hidden shame stretch out their arms to hide him away. Ripped back and forth, they play this precious child like a pawn. No loving arms to...