I stood atop a sheer cliff, and caught in the notion of flying; I leapt.
I did not fly, but the drop was shorter than I feared, and cushioned by soft clover. 141 more words
At the beginning of the year, I found myself writing a lot about seeking and the unsettled ache and the continual true end: my home in Christ. 603 more words
Acknowledging how you feel
I’ve often found myself with a very heavy sense of hopelessness. In some cases, feeling a very powerful sensation of not having a way out and I need to be very proactive in keeping this emotion in balance. 513 more words