Monday, November 2, 2020

The Warriors of Aragnar isn't Gone and Neither am I!


This. Has. Been. A. Year.

I have wanted to write so much on this blog over the past months. So, so, many things have taken place. In many ways I feel I have changed. Grown. But I have realized that if I am to share words here, I had to write many things for myself first. I had to seek God. 2020 has been weighted with loss, pain, and despair. And despite the chaos this year has wrought, there has yet still been light. 

My journey as an author hasn't been an easy one. There have been roadblocks, randomly unfortunate events, and plenty of setbacks. No one plans on discovering their cover artist was actually a fraud. Many, many, many times it has felt as if I wasn't really meant to be an author - well, a successful one at least. Regardless, I have pressed on (in part due to stubbornness and sheer inability to give up) and have been determined to share my stories with the world. Thankfully, God only made my team SO much better! My dear friend, and insanely talented artist Christin (who graduated at LU with me!) was willing to take the job as the new cover artist for the Aragnar books - and it was one of the best decisions I've ever made! Not only are the new covers much more dynamic and inviting than the previous ones, but they are true to the characters. Christin read the books before designing their new covers, so it has been a true blessing to have an artist who knows the characters as well as I do!

The re-release of the Aragnar books has been a welcome beam of light in a very dark time. Between the stress of the world's current state, my own life, and of those around me - it honestly is enough to dampen my sprits and rip my focus from the good. I'm certain I'll go into more depth about such things in posts to come, but for now, what matters is that I'm still trying. I'm still pushing through. I haven't given up on my dreams despite every reason and opportunity to do so. And I know if I can somehow manage to pull my motely self together into some semblance of functionality; I know others can, too. You all can. Because I know for 1000% certain I'm no better than any other person on this planet. Times are hard - and tomorrow is the election...another stressor, for sure. But God is bigger than cover artist mishaps, the dark corners of our hearts we don't talk about, uncertain dumpster fire elections, and all of our own failings. 

This post isn't just a filler article to revamp a blog. This isn't the simple ramblings of an over-tired author. Well, maybe a little. This, I hope, will serve as a reminder that even when life gets insanely difficult and the darkness is just a little too much - or a lot - there is light on the other side. Even when the world is too loud and the chaos rattles our bones. There is a fire inside, regardless. There is a God who is unshakable, lives that are redeemable, and families to be found. And sometimes, that's all we need to keep going. 

Friday, April 3, 2020

Of Want for Hope and Rest

Friends, it has been far too long since I have written on this blog. Life isn't always kind to the pen of a writer, especially when the trials of each day threaten to tear the motivation out of my grasp. But I must write anyway.

I feel as if I am stuck in a bad YA dystopian novel. If I had been told several years ago that I would witness the entire world erupt into a pandemic, I wouldn't have believed it. (Okay, well maybe I would have...) Don't get me wrong, I'm aware that there is a lot going on in the world, even then, before this 'new normal', there was a grounded basis upon which I was able to establish a fairly regular, predictable, routine. Now, it as is if my entire world has been flipped on its axis, and I know I'm not the only one. Change has never been my best friend. It is scary, uncomfortable, unsettling, and never straight-forward. I've had a LOT of change in my life over the past year alone, but this certainly tops the list of strange happenings in my life.

Now, I work from home. I have an (amazing) third roomate. I can't go outside save for picking up groceries every two weeks. My state is officially on lock down and we're not sure when that will lift. And, as an additional bonus, I never know what the next day will bring.

It would be easy for me to freak out, panic, and entirely lose my mind. After all, without my 'usual' sense of stability, I haven't been entirely certain on how I would handle this crisis. How could I? I've never lived through a pandemic. I've never had to be quarantined. I must admit that when this virus first popped up on the news, I didn't take it that seriously. I figured it would fade away quickly and that it wasn't anything to spend much mental energy on. Oh, I was so wrong. Of course, when I was a child, the concept of dealing with an 'end of the world' crisis sounded cool, exciting even. But now that I'm an adult (I think) it brings an entirely different set of factors that I never would have considered as a kid. Because let's be honest, what kid thinks of economics? None that I know.

But, to be honest, the virus isn't my greatest concern. Yes, it is terrible, lives have been taken, jobs lost, lifestyles altered...but when something this drastic takes place, it is fear that becomes one of the greatest enemies. I've experienced terror before. I remember when 9/11 occurred, and even from a young age, I saw how it changed my country. I know fear. What it does to a society. What it does to the mind, as well as the masses. I'm alarmed of what people will do when they're not thinking clearly. And that is why it is so important to cling to God during this crisis. Without God, this situation would certainly be much scarier. I must remind myself that He is still on the throne, and this is not the end. Will we still find discomfort in the days ahead? Of that, I'm certain. As well as anxiety, dread, and unease.  But, we must not lock our focus on these things. It is only by God's grace alone that we live and breathe. He gives us the oxygen in our lungs, the blood in our veins, and the life within us.

That's why I believe that it's so important where we dedicate our focus, even in these difficult times.

Jesus is strong when we are weak.
He is our provider and protector.
Our champion.
Our King.

When we are afraid, He is our peace. When we're hurting, He is our healer. Even when we are lost, He is our compass to guide us home. When we are disarmed and vulnerable, He is our sword.

I don't know what lies ahead. I pray that we all remain healthy and safe. It certainly has been strange to be stuck inside for so long (even though I am an introvert through and through), so adjustment has taken time. But, on the bright side, I have had more time to write, draw, and get things done. I want to try my best to find a positive in this situation, and even though that can be very difficult, I'd rather focus on the glimmers of light then be hopelessly trapped in the dark. Now, this unrest goes far beyond my own four walls. The whole world is reeling from the damage this virus has wreaked. I hope you know that I am praying for each and every one of you, no matter where you are in the world. We don't know what the future will bring, but as long as we cling to Christ and trust that He still is in control, we will endure. 

Sunday, December 22, 2019

In Pursuit of Peace


Such a common word, and yet, it has such depth of meaning. We all seek it. Long for it. Some of us know it, and have a rich understanding of a life lived in it. But, many of us wish we knew what it felt like to be settled and sure of ourselves, especially in these tumultuous times. 

What do you do when you feel like your entire world was ripped off its axis?

I for one am still seeking that answer. It is the end of the year, and the decade is drawing to a close. That fact has left me incredibly introspective as I've pondered on the last ten years of my life. So much has happened...but so much has changed. Even in the last year, correction, the last six months; I've seen my whole world change into something new. Now, I know this needed to happen. I needed to break free from the old ways, but I hadn't ever imagined it could be this...well, painful. I always knew change was uncomfortable. I knew going into this that it wouldn't be easy. But I hadn't expected EVERYTHING to shift into something new, all at once. And here I am, in December of 2019, wondering what in the world is going to happen next. 

It is hard this time of year. Harder then I'd expected it to be. 

I've only wanted peace, that often elusive quarry that sometimes seems fictional. To feel at ease with life and its many changes, and even when the ground shakes beneath my feet, to have a confidence that goes beyond my comprehension. I know I need to trust God despite everything, and believe me, I do. I know that He has carried me this far, and that He won't let me go now. But still, I needed to come to terms with how I felt, and WHY I felt that way. Faith isn't meant to invalidate hurt, it should provide comfort, as well as a hope, even during the most difficult times.

Because things sure can be difficult, can't they?

And life can be incredibly messy. But I know I'm not the only one who feels that way. The more I've talked to my friends and my coworkers, I've realized that the way I feel is actually quite common. And you know what? That was actually very relieving to know that I wasn't the only one. That I'm not alone. And then, it hit me. If I feel that way, then how many other people are out there who feel the same? 

Even though we live in a world of social media and vast technology, it is often an isolating one. 

Isn't that ironic? It is hard to find peace in a world that is constantly in turmoil. How can one feel like they truly belong in this world when there is so much disarray? Even in all of my frustrations and my longings that the world was a better place, I have to remind myself that this world will indeed be broken until Christ returns, and all is made right. You know, this earth has always been full of chaos and tragedy. Sin is a corrosion, it eats away at life and brings pain into our hearts. But that is exactly why Jesus came to earth, isn't it? To right all wrongs, and mend the broken. 

He was only a baby when He first came to rescue us, but when he returns, He'll come as a conquering king. When I feel discouraged, I focus on that truth. Peace may not be something I feel on a daily basis, but I know that as long as God's hand is on my life, I will be okay. We all will be okay. Even in the pain, the discouragement, the betrayal, the loss, and the abandonment. It will be okay. God is still on the throne, and He isn't going anywhere. 

Friday, December 6, 2019

Midnight Thoughts and Sleepless Ponderings

Writing at night can be cathartic, at least for me. It's something I've always found myself doing at some hour well past my bedtime. Funny, you realize you're an 'adult' when your bedtime is set in the manner of an established curfew. To think I had just graduated from the not-so-scheduled college life a mere six months ago. How does time fly so fast? It is a mystery I most likely will never uncover.

I've always found myself at my most introspective when I'm laying in my room in the dark. Perhaps it's just me, but something about the silence prompts deep thought. Reasons why I decided to write this post. I realized (yet again) that I've been a terrible blogger, not posting as regularly as I used to. While this is something I intend on remedying, I felt an explanation was in order.

Everything. Has. Been. So. Busy.

I'm not talking about the 'rushing to work and juggling a million friends and hobbies' busy. More like the 'work is my life and I don't do much else other then eat and sleep' busy. Not that I'm complaining, mind you. God has blessed me with a great job, wonderful coworkers, and temporal things that make living easier. It's nice to drive a car that doesn't break down. It's fantastic to write on a computer that doesn't freeze up every time I open a word document. I love having a cat to cuddle, the best friend/roommate anyone could ask for, and an apartment that is a truly peaceful place to live. I'm thankful for all these things...but at the end of the day, things can't make me happy. They can't give me peace of mind. Only God can truly satisfy my every need, and those needs go far beyond the physical. 

So what happens when you feel like you can never be happy?

December has finally rolled around (though let's be real, it came WAY too fast) and now I deem it appropriate to play my Christmas music and enjoy the beautiful decorations. As always, the nostalgic feelings strike me the hardest during the holidays, but this year is quite different. It is the first year I've spent the Christmas season away from my family. Also...I'm no longer a college student. That in and of itself is just weird. Just. Weird. It has brought its own challenges, and through this tumultuous time, I've had to learn to trust God in every area of my life. And of course, that means I discovered that there were WAY more areas in my life that I needed to surrender to God. Ouch. Yeah, that definitely wasn't an easy realization. 

Have you ever come to a crossroad in your life and realized that so much has changed?

Now, don't get me wrong. In my case, this change needed to happen. It has been healthy, and SO desperately needed. But any kind of change carries its own weight, stress, and sometimes even trauma. It just works that way. Though, through it all, I had struggled to trust God through every wind and wave the trials would toss my way. If God truly is who He says He is, shouldn't things be a bit...well, easier? At least, that's what I had erroneously thought. Turns out I was wrong, and it wasn't the first time. Definitely won't be the last. The point is, I had to learn that I needed to rely on God when everything seemed pointless, and when the weight of discouragement was so heavy, I felt like I was physically struggling to breathe. 

I learned that I had to surrender my all to Christ in despite of my fear to let go. 

Because at the end of the day, I had to choose who I trusted more. God, or the fear that threatened to keep my faith stagnant. Granted, this time of year isn't always easy. I can think of many family members and even some friends that aren't here on this earth to enjoy it with me. And even though that's the case, I have to remind myself that there's a reason why I'm still here. Even when everything seems hopeless and life appears to have a lot of grey, I know without a doubt that my heart is beating for a purpose. And so is yours. 

Wednesday, October 23, 2019

Where is God in my turmoil? - Finding Rest in the Chaos

I've been meaning to post something on here for quite some time, and it's been frustrating, due to the fact that my mind has been blanking on a topic. What can I write about when my entire life seems to be in massive upheaval? Not to sound dramatic or anything, but it's been tough, I won't lie. What do you do when everything you thought was going well suddenly takes a downward plunge? What do you do when your life isn't what you thought it would be? What do you do when you feel unhappy?

These are all questions that have been resting on my heart, and yet, rest is the thing I truly need.

Rest is something we always talk about, but it's something we rarely master. I stand guilty for that one, for certain. Why is finding rest so difficult, I wonder? Is it simply an unattainable myth that we keep alive in vain hope, or something more? I believe it is the latter.  We struggle to find rest because we desperately wrestle with the concept of surrender. We, as people, tend to be very stubborn. We want our own ways, our goals, and our dreams to come true. And we will do almost anything at times to see those things come to fruition. But where is God in all of this?

I'll openly admit that I've been confused, and even (a little bit) scared by the events in my life. Well, more like the lack of events in my life. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining! I simply am seeking my next steps, as we all are. However, over the past couple of months I noticed that something was missing in my life, something massively important. That's right, rest. I've had plenty of anxiety, worry, and even anger in the mix, but after I did some soul searching, I found that to be very alarming.

Why have I been letting my fears rule me instead of my faith?

And so, I turned to the Word, because I know without a shadow of a doubt that it works. Even in my lowest lows or darkest days, I've found I still have a choice. I can either trust God, or continue to needlessly panic in my flawed, human fashion. It was in a time similar to what I just described that it finally hit me. I've been fighting so hard to try to make things 'better' when I've been struggling against the very One who guides my every step.

I envision it to be similar to a ship in a storm, being tossed to and fro by the wind and waves. The ship could easily be damaged or torn apart in the gale, and not only does it have to endure the storm, but the captain must know how to navigate through it.

We often try to command the ships of our lives, and yet we fail to understand that we are ill equipped to do so.

The Bible has a lot to say about rest, as well as it's source. In Matthew 11: 28-30, it says, "Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light."

God doesn't want us to struggle in the wasteland and flounder in the churning seas. He wants us to draw near to Him, near to His heart. Often times we run from his care, erroneously thinking that we can handle things on our own. In our mistakes and mishaps, we tend to feel the most lost and disconnected from meaning in our lives, when all the while, God has always been there with open arms.

Let me tell you something; in order to find rest, true rest, we must surrender everything at the foot of the cross.

And everything means everything. We can't retain some things and surrender others. We are either wholly committed to Christ, or not at all. There's no such thing as a lukewarm Christian, contrary to popular belief. It's great to have dreams, goals, and visions for the future. It's awesome to aim for those things and strive to better yourself, too. But the danger lies in the obsession. This is something I've had to learn myself over the past couple of months. When we become too tunnel-visioned on our dreams, we run the risk of idolizing those things and placing them on pedestals that only God should be on.

For me, I found my identity more in my writing then I did in Christ. And you know what? That realization hurt. Badly. I've only ever wanted to honor God with my writing, but along the way I focused so much on my identity as an author that I lost focus of my identity in Christ. And you know what? Sometimes it takes God having to do something drastic to get our attention. It all depends on how we handle it.

I for one knew, and know, that God is the one who gave me this ability and passion to begin with. Without Him, I wouldn't have it, nor would I even be alive. That is why I've had to seek rest, even amidst the turmoil of the uncertain future, and trust that God is the captain at the helm of my ship, and not me. Praise God I don't have to steer this thing! Sure, I'll try sometimes, and attempt to steer the ship with shaking hands and cracked lips. But ultimately I never could get myself out of (or into) any situations without His tender guidance. The important thing is that I had to surrender my control over to Him.

Surrender never is easy, but it is a life-altering choice.

We often think that we can do everything ourselves, and shun help. The problem with that thinking is that we fail to realize how desperately wrong we can be. Only by seeking God and finding rest in His peace will we ever be able to weather the storms of life. Perhaps I'm the only one who is fighting this internal struggle, but I'd wager that I'm not. We all need to find rest and peace, and sadly we often go to costly lengths to try to find it. I encourage you to seek God, as I am seeking Him, and to try to identify areas in your lives that you need to surrender to Him.

Once you're surrendered your cares to Christ, you'll be amazed one day when you look back on your life, and see how He carried you through every storm, every step of the way.

*Image courtesy of Google Images, not mine. 

Monday, September 9, 2019

Meaning - A Creative Nonfiction Piece

I've been writing a lot lately, focusing on my fiction pieces, as well as poetry for my upcoming poetry book Dauntless. This isn't a poem, it's more of what I would consider a creative nonfiction piece, but I wanted to share it with you regardless. Maybe you won't be able to relate to the words below, but perhaps you will. And if you do, I hope that these words spark the revelation that you're not alone in your struggles, no matter how empty and hollow everything seems. 

This is not just a snapshot of my personal journey, but of other's as well. This piece is an accumulation of stories, of struggles, and of healing hearts. I hope that in some small way, these words can be relatable, open, honest, and perhaps even healing. 


I woke up at 3 AM again. Sometimes I don’t think my heart ever slows in my sleep. It beats so fast that I wonder if something is wrong with me. But that’s not a new concern to torment my mind. Nowadays, the question is reversed. What isn’t wrong with me? The blankets are heavy, but I can’t get warm, and the air’s chill can’t be shaken. I wish I didn’t always wake up this late, well, this early. Not when I know I have work in a few short hours. Why can’t I just get some rest?

Inhale, exhale. The words are so deeply embedded in my mind, they might as well be branded there. Just breathe, and maybe, just maybe, I’ll be able to trick myself into sleep.

I was never taught how to battle anxiety. I wasn’t ever trained in the warfare of the mind, not when it is sick. Maybe just a mental cold, but still, quite uncomfortable. I don’t like the feeling of the tremor in my bones. It’s settled there permanently nowadays, it seems.

The lamplight is still filtering through the curtains, unwilling to grant total darkness for my tired eyes. Even though I’m laying still, my heart still feels so heavy. And for what? The day wasn’t terrible, nothing horrendous occurred. I didn’t have my very existence questioned by a stroke of fate, and yet, why do I still struggle to find that answer? The floor creaks, but I know it’s from the other apartment. Still, I rise to check the door, and look down the dark hall with minor trepidation. As always, nothing awaits in the dark…just my thoughts. And believe me, they don’t ever grow quiet. If anything, they’ve been getting louder, harder to drown out.

I remember when I was the person who was firm of faith, unbreakable of spirit; the one who helped everyone else. Now…what am I but a broken person trying to desperately rediscover her own pieces? No amount of glue can make the shreds adhere to the form they once were, and even as I piece them together with scarred, bloodstained hands, I know they won’t ever be the same. For good or ill, only time can tell.

Are my fears legitimate? Are my concerns validated? Or do people simply misunderstand why I get so upset to the point that my hands shake? Why I get so weighed down I sometimes cry myself to sleep at night? Certain things make me feel unsafe, trapped, stuck in obedient misery. After all, I have to be understanding, willing to make sacrifices, right? The world expects compliance, and yet my very heartbeat wrestles with defiance. Why do I have to put up with things that make me feel like I’m in a cage? I’ve made sacrifices for many, but would anyone ever make a sacrifice for me? Look, I’m not selfish. I’m not even angry. I’m just a hurting soul on a journey of discovery. There are a few who fight for me, who would die for me. They make life worth it when I’m lost and afraid and hold my head up, so I don’t drown in this sick parade. But most people, they’re selfish, and will drain and drain until you’re empty, then discard you.

Do they even know what it’s like to feel so alone? Stuck on a slippery slope trying not to fall? When I hit the floor will they come running? Or will I always feel so abandoned, left in darkness, stranded? A kind word is a rarity. In my mind, everything can be so disparaging. I breathe and I wonder if I’ll ever find connection. Or am I destined to always be so helpless? God, I don’t want to be worthless, please, show me I have a purpose. My heart beats for a reason, but when will I know what that is?

They tell me I’m not crazy, but what is sanity other then different points of view?

(Image courtesy of Google Images, not my own.)

Sunday, August 25, 2019

Christianity - At What Cost?

Life often throws curve balls that we don't expect. Just like a summer storm can appear on the horizon with little warning, we often are found completely unprepared for change. The reality is that when the wind that whips in our faces as a thunderstorm approaches, the warning signs of potentially damaging weather are all there. People have often told me that life offers no such warnings, situations always coming unexpectedly, whether good or bad. While I certainly have dealt with such change in my relatively short lifespan, I've come to realize that there are indeed signs of change, regardless of the situation. The problem is that we are so often woefully blind to it, and we can't afford that luxury anymore.

Friends, there is a real enemy out there. He wants to steal, kill, and destroy everything in your life. He almost took someone incredibly close to me, and God in His mercy and grace redeemed and restored the situation in a way that I in my most desperate prayers hadn't even imagined. I've never seen someone change for the better so dramatically in just a mere four months, and I know for a fact that without God's direct hand in the situation, that change never would have occurred. The amount of gratitude and awe I am experiencing after looking that person in the eye and seeing the fire of God in Her eyes changed me. Truly, truly changed me. And over the past two days, I have never felt so convicted hearing someone who once shunned God tell me that we need to live every day like it is our last.

Let me tell you something. Battles change a person, for better or for worse. You can always see it in their eyes. Seeing someone so dear to me, someone who I had feared for her life, talk openly about faith, breakthrough, and being unashamed for Christ made me take a look inward and realize there's a lot of junk cluttering my own soul. We should live every day like our last, and yet we live every minute pretending that we're eternal on this side of heaven. We treat grace like a credit card that we can use as long as we don't max it out, and even then we can make payments to continue using it, ignoring the fact that we're only obtaining more debt.

I find it so interesting that God often uses the most unlikely people to carry His message of truth, including those who are younger then myself. It was through this person that I was issued a very profound challenge. Am I truly living my life for Christ, or do I have Him stuck in my back pocket, only to be brought out when I need help, like some sort of cosmic genie? Is He truly my everything, or just a part of my world? Would I really sacrifice everything for Him to the point of death? Would I be willing to surrender the totality of my life for Him? And an ever more difficult question remains...

Would I be willing to live for Him?

I have made a new commitment to Christ. For too long we have been stuck in 'modern' Christianity with all of its nuances, pomp, and circumstances. I'm not saying that the modern Church is a failure, but there are a lot of things that need to change if we are ever going to truly be the Church Jesus died for us to be. I myself have been a part of this, and am just as much to blame. How many times have I personally skirted on the edges of both camps, thinking it was safe to dwell in the world, as well as live my life as a Christian?

We must realize that we truly are living in the last days. We don't have the luxury of pretending we're not in a war, when the reality is that it is raging all around us. The problem is that we need to open our eyes and unplug our ears so that we can see the chaos around us for what it truly is: a broken world that is in desperate need of redemption. It also is a world that will be judged one day, and I don't know about you, but I want to be on the right side of the line when it is drawn. We all say that we are Christians, but do we truly understand what it means to be one? What true sacrifice is? I for one sure haven't. To be honest, I don't know how true persecution feels. I'm am American who has never left her country, has never crossed the ocean, and has never set foot in another country. Do I want to? Absolutely. I truly believe that God has called me to Germany, and one day I know that dream of mine to travel there will come true. Don't ask me why, either, because I don't have the answer yet. All I know is that I have a passion for that country, and one day I believe that it will all make sense. But you know what? Sometimes God doesn't want things to make sense. Sometimes He wants us to follow in in full obedience and trust, having faith that no matter how scary things get, we are committed to the Kingdom, and not our own earthly desires.

I for one refuse to live a lukewarm life. I sure have a lot to work on in my own life, but there are a lot of hurting people out there, and if I don't focus on my own walk with God, I'll never be able to be used by Him to help those people. I can't fix someone else's wounds when I'm bleeding out due to my own. I am reminded of the scripture in Isaiah 6:8 that says, "And I heard the Voice of the Lord saying, "Whom shall I send, and who will go for us?" I said, "Here I am, send me."

The reality is that we'll never be perfect. We'll never have it all together. But you know what? That doesn't disqualify us from honoring God with our lives and deciding to serve Him. We are standing on a precipice that has been birthed of our choices, both good and bad, and we can't keep using the grace card to think we can get away with sin and live our lives for ourselves. We are either on the throne of our hearts, or God is. There's no sharing that seat...but sadly a lot of people believe it's a co-dependent relationship. We must choose who we are going to serve, and once we decide that we are indeed going to live for Christ, we actually need to do so, even if that means great personal sacrifice. Because ultimately, it will be worth it in the end. No matter what hardships we face, if God is in the center of it, we can know that it isn't a pointless struggle. Even when we question the terrors of the night, we always believe that the light of the sun will touch our faces each dawn. If we can't live our lives fully surrendered to Christ, which is a day by day walk, then we are meddling with the enemy and will be in for a rude awakening one day. If we truly want to serve Christ, then we must make that leap of faith, fully surrendering our own desires, and letting go of the fear that tethers us to the ground so we can touch the sky.

I wrote a short poem that I think is a fitting close to this post. I am aware that some of my writing may come across strong, but the truth cannot be sugarcoated. I encourage you all to truly seek God, and ask for Him to transform your lives. Believe me, you won't regret it.

Green lights, pale faces,
Onward, the dawn races,
Into the hectic life we know.

Striving, ever onward,
To always try to conquer,
The untamed beats of time.

When will we realize we're riddled with grace?
Unfazed, the sun hits our cheeks every morn.
The wind banishes our fears from every trace,
Of the ache that rises like mountains, forlorn.

Someday we will recognize the truth,
That blazes ever onward like the stars.
Our striving isn't wasted in our youth,
One day, our dreams won't be so far.

(Image obtained on google images, not my own.)

The Warriors of Aragnar isn't Gone and Neither am I!

  This. Has. Been. A. Year. I have wanted to write so much on this blog over the past months. So, so, many things have taken place. In many ...