Vulnerable, Because of Him

Generally I feel that vulnerability is not a desired characteristic in one's self. I, for one, hate to feel unprotected. Out of control. Weak. This is when my brain takes over my heart. It┬ásays, "Heart, you have gotten us into the worst pain we have ever known. So we're now co-captains of this Maney Vessel, … Continue reading Vulnerable, Because of Him


Cutting Strings

For a long time I had this image in my head of a bunch of helium balloons tied to the ground with strings, straining against their bonds, dancing a little in the breeze. I imagined taking a pair of scissors and, one by one, cutting them free, watching them fly into the never-never blue, watching … Continue reading Cutting Strings