Dear you,
When the dark nights of the soul come, you cry out to God. When the silence fills the room, pray even harder. Cling on to the truth. Hold on to the hope that fills you up. Cry out even louder. Cry out till your voice dies out. And when your voice is gone, with chest cavity burning, dry heaving sessions of petitions taking place, the Spirit will groan for us. Deliverance will come in this lifetime or the next.
Hold on.
Dave. New York born. Jersey raised. I am second. Coffeeshops. Converses. Unfinished books. Movie extraordinaire. Craves theology, deep conversations and donuts. Radical reformission. Musician. Blogger. Seminarian.
I write for the sake of writing. Sometimes it's encouraging. Sometimes it's personal. But I write so I can remember who I am as I progress in my journey.
I write for the sake of writing. Sometimes it's encouraging. Sometimes it's personal. But I write so I can remember who I am as I progress in my journey.
