As I write this, it has been nearly 9 years since that season spent in the refining fire of fear. Throughout that season—and even at various times in the years that have followed—I sought to understand the source of the fear. Was it something sent by God? Did it originate physically in my body—the result…
I awaken in a cold sweat.It's the middle of the night, and my heart is racing.The darkness of the night feels heavy, suffocating.God feels impossibly far from me.Or rather, I feel impossibly far from God.Fear devours my mind.I wrestle with consciousness, longing for the relief of sleep.A reprieve from the darkness that has consumed my…
I've sat down to write this post at least a dozen times in the past few weeks, agonizing over the right words to say… but time and time again, the “right words” have eluded me. For the past month, I have heard the same question over and over again, “How was Haiti?” and each time…
Paramutheomai 