stuck in pain . . . or rising above it . . .
Fog swirls around my soul. Cobwebs replace clarity of thought. Shadows threaten my heart as pain continues with a vengeance. …
Category Archives: The Lord is my light
The bird . . .
Last vestiges of evening’s light are soft, yet brilliant as the parting sun leaves its mark. An orange golden glow …
the Lord is my light . . .
God created physical light . . . God said, ‘let there be light;’ and there was light. And God saw …
Rising above . . .
Fog swirls around my soul. Cobwebs replace clarity of thought. Shadows threaten my heart as pain continues with a vengeance. …
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