Summer is finally here, and with it come so many memories. Riding bikes with my family around the lake at the local park and eating ice cream drumsticks afterward. Picking a Friday night movie from the video rental store at Dillons. Long hikes in the…
In memory of the many past Memorial days, here’s a glimpse of my thoughts at age sixteen, revealed through a poem I wrote after visiting Washington D.C. that year. To the One Who Left the Rose at DC’s WWII Memorial I saw dozens of gifts…
Several years ago, I did a Bible study that discussed what it meant to be “had” by the Enemy. Though I don’t have the dramatic testimony that some do of being saved from drugs, alcohol, pornography, etc., I identified so strongly with that concept of…