When I was a young boy I had a burning desire to become a martyr for Christ… to pay the ultimate price for the thing I believed in most. Every little boy dreams of being a hero, and this was the version I had come up with.
When I was a young boy I had a burning desire to become a martyr for Christ… to pay the ultimate price for the thing I believed in most. Every little boy dreams of being a hero, and this was the version I had come up with.
We are all broken. We oft proclaim this truth loud and bold.
This is a guest post by St. John Chrysostom on the subject of friendship. I hope you are as fortunate as me to have at least one person in your life who you are reminded of when you read this “A faithful friend is an elixir of life… a faithful friend is a sturdy shelter” (Ecclesiastes 6: […]
“Masks can be beautiful on the surface, but steal the heart of joy; yet stunning is the one who isn’t afraid of her secrets.” – Jennifer Strickland
The cross must have looked like a failed mission.
“you carry your snare everywhere and spread your nets in all places. You allege that you never invite others to sin.
There’s a melody, a refrain that rises in the hearts and my heart is tempted to sing along too.
Battle scars from fighting the voice, which names, blames and shames, like shards of glass piercing through my mind.
As women, we are told to be so many different things.
“Lonely is a freedom that breaths easy and weightless and lonely is healing if you make it.”