“Intentional living is the art of making our own choices before others’ choices make us.” Richie Norton It started with the divorce. And it seems to have continued with unintentional acts of procrastination, haggardness, and dismal outlook. Continuing my revelations about how divorce has affected me and what the future (God’s plan) holds for me, … More Intentional Weakness
Curiosity had always scratched at his insides, luring him into the fields of science, technology,
and astronomy. The Black Door, however, was something completely different. It was something that fell between the
shelves of Tinson’s chosen fields of research. The Black Door was something supernatural, something alien. Something bizarre. … More The Friday Muse – Tinson’s Door (Part 2)
Have you lost your passion? Have you let depression and complacency rule your spirit? Have you let the enemy take all that is dear to you without a proper fight? Then it’s time that you too rise from the ashes. It’s time that you too remember why you started down this road. No journey ever began in a vacuum. It began with passion toward something. Toward a vision. Toward a future. … More Passion’s Thief
Tinson felt a strange mix of loneliness and contemplative freedom being in the common study room this late after everyone else had already retired for the evening, even though on most nights, the scientists and scholars who came to this place usually stayed late into the night and early into the morning to drink in the knowledge and research available in the mid-sized study hall. … More The Friday Muse – Tinson’s Door (Part 1)
You may kill a fire. And everything you know falls to dust and ash. Yet the remarkable treasure in this seemingly hopeless pile, is hidden deep within. The burning embers incarnate the perpetual desire to go from spark to flame. – Akilnathan Logeswaran … More From the Ashes
When things fall apart, the broken pieces allow all sorts of things to enter, and one of them is the presence of God. – Shauna Niequist Denial. It’s a poison that many of us like to carry around with us, and it is something that can kill our dreams, those around us, even ourselves if … More The Shattered Pieces
Most of you have probably been wondering where I’ve been for the past seven months. As my blog went silent, my writing dried up, and my presence on social media became nil, I slowly sunk into the shadows, busy fighting through a personal hell I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy.
I was going through divorce. … More Divorce And Its Lessons
The frosted glass allowed the morning’s luminescence to bleed into the castle, filling the hallway with bright white light that flowed gracefully across the white marble flooring, the brownish-gray walls, and the ivory doors of the servants’ quarters. The scent of bacon and potatoes filled the wide corridor, signaling breakfast, but the silence that permeated … More The Friday Muse – The Princess of Para
Blood soaked the carpet, surrounding Rune like a blossoming rose. What he thought would have been the killing blow by Hastings simply put him in a state of misery he had never experienced before. His skull ached as if it were being tightened in a vice, and the rest of his broken form cried out … More The Friday Muse – Hidden
The receptionist at the front desk wore a long white lab coat, but Brittany doubted she was a doctor. Or a nurse. Or in any way related to the medical field. She carried a bit of weight in her stomach and cheeks, and she smelled like wildflower-scented soap. Her scent was much like that of … More Small Sacrifices
