The Hall of Tortured Souls

The Hall of Tortured Souls

Am I a tortured soul? Perhaps. It feels that way. It never used to, but it certainly does currently. The pain becomes inescapable and I wonder, has God forgotten me? Many of my loved ones certainly have and yet the sting of human abandonment lessens to the point I...
The Eye of the Storm

The Eye of the Storm

I’ve always loved the rain–the soft, soothing sound of the drops hitting the roof of my house provide a hypnotic rhythm that has always been the perfect reason to sleep late or take a long nap. When Alec was a little boy and there were rain showers I would tell him...