You’re Going To Laugh

madison_lights_colored_edit11You’re going to laugh.


You won’t even think about those events from months ago because you’ve escaped.


You’ll be so happy you came home that you’re going to smile until your cheeks hurt and you’re sure you look like the Cheshire cat.

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Defeated and Victorious

Tree I feel like I’m fighting the air itself as it pushes out of my lungs, crushing my chest with the weight of the universe. I’m sweating, crying, yelling with frustration as I shove against a hundred year old tree, willing it to move an inch for me. I’m laying on the floor of the boxing ring. I’m bleeding. I can’t breath. I can’t fight anymore. I’ve lost.

I’ve never won a battle on my own. I’ve never defeated the invisible enemy that renders me immovable. I will never be victorious on my own. I’m not made for solitary victory. I’m destined for failure. Alone, without the gospel and the Lord, I am defeated.  Continue reading

Follow The Cloud

23435041_10210694259899428_5803650162365813881_nNumbers 9:16-20:

“The cloud would cover it by day, and the appearance of fire by night. Whenever the cloud was lifted from over the tent, afterward the sons of Israel would then set out; and in the place where the cloud settled down, there the sons of Israel would camp. At the command of the LORD the sons of Israel would set out, and at the command of the LORD they would camp; as long as the cloud settled over the tabernacle, they remained camped. Even when the cloud lingered over the tabernacle for many days, the sons of Israel would keep the LORD’S charge and not set out. If sometimes the cloud remained a few days over the tabernacle, according to the command of the LORD they remained camped. Then according to the command of the LORD they set out.”

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One Art

oneart  “What do you want to be when you grow up?”

The answers were as expected. “Princess”, “Astronaut”, “Fireman”, “Pop star” but then the teacher’s eyes landed on me.

I remember thinking I was going to die in that moment. I glanced around the room, noticing dozens of pairs of eyes on me. I shifted in my spot.

“Clarissa? What do you want to be?”

I stuttered. “I want to help people.” I had finally said. Tommy laughed. I sunk in my spot on the mat. The teacher said that was a great thing to want to do and moved on to the next student. Continue reading