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He will regard the prayer of the destitute...

As I have written before, in the midst of my darkness I encountered a group of people who loved me, piece by piece, back into life. In my case, repentance was not primarily drawn by fear or compulsion, but by the goodness of God.

Here is a verse in the Bible that has carried me through the years in a way I cannot fully explain:

My twin brother died on October 17, 1989, in a car accident, only sixteen years old.
From that moment on, I can say that I stepped into a prison called the fear of death.

I thought I could see, but I was blind. What I believed was light turned out to be darkness.

A New Beginning and the Lesson of the Forgotten Coffee Cup

"Know therefore that the Lord your God is God; he is the faithful God, keeping his covenant and steadfast love with those who love him and keep his commandments, to a thousand generations." (Deuteronomy 7:9)

I've been away from social media. I no longer felt the need to be visible, and I had nothing in particular to say. In my former life, I had already said enough. I didn't miss my own voice.