Where Does My Help Come From?


My help comes from the Lord. The Maker of Heaven and Earth. Such a powerful sentence. We all need to remember Who we are calling upon to deal with our troubles and deliver us in trials. We forget, I assume, that the Creator of the Universe is our team! Are we on His? That is…

Where Does My Help Come From?


My help comes from the Lord. The Maker of Heaven and Earth. Such a powerful sentence. We all need to remember Who we are calling upon to deal with our troubles and deliver us in trials. We forget, I assume, that the Creator of the Universe is our team! Are we on His? That is…

Where Does My Help Come From?


My help comes from the Lord. The Maker of Heaven and Earth. Such a powerful sentence. We all need to remember Who we are calling upon to deal with our troubles and deliver us in trials. We forget, I assume, that the Creator of the Universe is our team! Are we on His? That is…

Wasteland Warfare


Waves crash loudly against the sand. They seem to say so much more than I could with this pen in my hand. Its amazing how loud the silence gets. How it reminds your soul of what it fakes it forgets. There is no denying that awkward minute. You look around the room of your head…

Addicted


To suffer in silence is a pain unlike others, A pillow over your well being that slowly kills you while it smothers A craving that laughs as you cry in the corner. A soul that is lost and frantically looks for it's owner. One pill, one hit, one problem, one regret, One crutch you rely…