Like mist on a roaring night He came in through violent cries Soft, innocent, simple Like a snowflake on your cheek And yet he held Earth’s destiny in his tiny clenched fist Bright star, dispelling hopelessness, The promised King came forth in innocence Peace confronted violence And yet his love was brutal and his purpose …
When I look around, I see a lot of masks. It doesn’t matter what you claim to believe or be or identify with—the truth is the majority of us put on a face whether we’re aware of it or not. We place our identity in something, sometimes more than one thing, but all of these …
I don’t know where I fell apart Maybe it’s just that my heart has always been in a thousand pieces Fed a thousand lies by its enemy from infancy A battle I was born into and couldn’t escape but for the haven of your grace I think identity has been the great war of the …
There’s this beautiful line from a song called Second Chances by Rend Collective that says: “My future hangs on this: you make preciousness from dust. Please don’t stop creating me.” This line is chalked full of hope. I think it’s important for us to remember that, though by nature of our existence we are already …
I think sometimes that our pain and our frustrations can lead us into truth and breakthrough. And I think that so many of us fail to see the truth or experience breakthrough in our lives simply because we don’t allow ourselves to feel the pain or to acknowledge “what’s wrong.” Pain doesn’t feel right. And …
To be whole. Is this a paradox to a humanity that is hopelessly broken? I’ve been in my own process in the recent months of learning to understand who I am as a person, what state my heart is in, and to embrace the point I’m at in the process of becoming who I’m made …
