You find yourself beginning to let go of who Satan accuses you to be, untying your mask that has hidden your real identity, turning the dimmer switch to bright so you can see His reflection once again.
Category: Real Life
Age is Irrelevant
I like to think of it like this: picture your body, whether young or old, as a treasure chest. The chest is of no particular value and certainly does not have any value for eternity. It is what is inside the chest that has value. The same holds true with our bodies.
Trading Places
Her body is betraying her inch by inch, turning into a concrete prison while her brilliant mind screams from inside, fully aware, fully alive. I watch her cry every day over some fresh loss – a hand that won’t grip, a step she can’t take, a breath that comes harder than the last.