The first time he saw her, she was not looking like true love. In fact, she was not even dressed for the part. Yeah, her face was lovely and her smile was contagious but she was not his type. He liked his women tall, slender and dainty…like the beautiful flowers dotting the coastline of Jeju-do…Read more [Fiction] Love, still
I am a lover of solitude. I thrive in quiet conversations under the stars. I find peace in small numbers. I crave silent nights spent writing and reading, my thoughts bleeding and set free across bound pages. It is little wonder, thus, to find my heart throbbing at the sight of you clothed in perfect…Read more Silent Impressions
The first time she thought of a future with him, he was talking about love. Not the romantic kind, but the sort which nailed a Man on a wooden cross a couple of thousand years back. He was trying to share his thoughts and his feelings about a passion he had been nurturing half of…Read more [How They Met] the silence of coffee cups
I will be your God throughout your lifetime— until your hair is white with age. I made you, and I will care for you. I will carry you along and save you. Isaiah 46:4 “God knows His perfect plan.” No, I did not hear that from a sermon in church. I heard that in…Read more The Unmarried Years
Since March, I’ve been asked many times if faith seems like a failure to me. I totally get this question. Jordan and I knew we were to believe for his complete healing here on earth. There wasn’t a time when Jordan complained or doubted his healing. He used what was left of his voice to praise and declare the faithful works of the Lord during some of his final days here on earth. I knew Jordan was going to be healed… we all did. Instead, he experienced unimaginable pain and died at 23 years of age- and I got a front row seat to watch his suffering.
So what am I supposed to do now that God didn’t do what I begged Him to do?
I’ve realized that faith is more than I’ve given it credit. It is a deep well from which we must draw deeper in order to quench our…
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Dear You, This is one of those times when you cross my mind again after a long while. I am not sure if you are still around my universe and I'm not sure if this will somehow get to you in some way. But right now, at 3 in the afternoon, my time zone, I…Read more (Fiction) Track(ed)
Sometimes, when the cobwebs in her mind had all gone to bed and she had finished praying for her heart's desires, her thoughts would drift back to that nameless and now faceless guy she met in one of her travels. She could no longer remember how he looked like but she could still smell the…Read more [Fiction] August Words