Dear You, Forgive me for the moments when I doubted your magic, when I let the lies of the world hang heavy on your ears. Forgive me for when I looked at that young frame yet to be held by puberty and judged it for how awkwardly it stood in the mirror. On days when… Continue reading From Mirror
How far can I go with this burden?Who will help me carry it?All the pain, it was so suddenbut no one as my helper could fit Though I am weak and heavy ladenThere is one who is tender and sweetAbba can lead me if I harkenand if I humbly bow at His feet
A 15-year-old's interpretation of life and purpose.
2023 will be an amazing year but there will be some hard days: days when you will want to give up and throw in the towel. On those days, remember these words. #TheThreeMinutesBlog
In the midst of the firemay your hands stay firmly entwined in mineyour robe of affection covering my bleeding heart On this road to redemptionmay I not get lost in the high of the momentforgetting that you are my home and my delight In this sea of war and victorymay my heart not be hardened,panel… Continue reading Ada’s Prayer
A poetic expression of the stages of grief. #TheThreeMinutesBlog
This is for the moments that formed into seasons, the days of grief that spilled into months This is for the days when you forgetthat darkness holds no water in your souland the deep end will not swallow you whole When your heart hangs by a threadAnd agony stands ten-feet tall, whisper: In this sea… Continue reading Nameless
Now that I sit with courage and battle the war in my heart, it terrifies me that I have to write about you in this way but I know that this is what I must do, as a final hug, as my own Chinese lantern, till we meet again. It's been a month since you… Continue reading Man Like Charles.
We all get to a point where our feet beg us to stop running, our hearts pound loudly against our chest, stretched from exhaustion. What happens then? Do you push your flayed arms and buckled knees, willing them to keep going despite how they bleed? Wouldn’t life be better if we just learned to rest?… Continue reading Back Bone
You see this fire in your hands?It was made to light the pathof redemptionand bring the lost sheepback home This song that flows from your lungs,the worlds you create with pen and paper,every brush stroke that kisses the canvas,Each curve, bend, pause, and playpoints man back to Abba This gift in your handsis a tale… Continue reading Ignite.