These holes are our sins. And the waves are God’s love, washing away our sins.
Hidden Under Her HeartWriting is beautiful, like putting on a gold suit and going to sleep in it.
The Angel in the Dream of Our HangoverOur chances of survival were entirely dependent on our ability and willingness to dominate others.
KahayatleWe often hear about stepping outside ourselves, but rarely about stepping outside our generation.
KillosophyBy choice or by chance, we must actively test our limits to know our capabilities.
Relevance: Matter MoreOur expectation in ourselves must be higher than our expectation in others.
In Search of True FreedomWe equate choice with freedom, but they are not the same.
Sabbath: Finding Rest, Renewal, and Delight in Our Busy LivesWe must be what we wish our children to be. They will form their characters from ours.
The Mother at Home