Category To Help Ourselves

Never open old scars that you can’t close. And that’s exactly what we were doing: Opening old scars. It was on August 20th, 2013 that my journal entries began. It served both as an emotional outlet and a method to…

Healing rain is pouring down,It falls for both the lost and found. Many people read this blog and deal with mental health issues. The ones that I talk with are gentle and kindhearted. We all can relate in some shape…

In sincerity, each of you reading this article is greatly appreciated and valued. The intent of this article is one of a deepening relationship between you and me; a deepening relationship between reader and writer. As a typical writer, it’s…

Hope is an idea that we all can relate to. Ethnicity. Race. Gender. Age. Politics. Social class. Rich or poor. Wise or foolish. And yes, even religious affiliation. Sometimes it takes pain to make us find hope. After all, how…

They say it’s what you make,I say it’s up to fate.It’s woven in my soul,I need to let you go. Your eyes, they shine so bright,I want to save that light.I can’t escape this now,Unless you show me how. What…

It’s Easter morning. Nearly two-thousand years ago, the world would never be the same. To say that Christ changed the world would be an understatement. Christ changed all in existence. He did the impossible when He defeated death. And today,…

“How do you pick up the threads of an old life? How do you go on, when in your heart, you begin to understand, there is no going back? There are some things that time cannot mend. Some hurts that…

I come to you all with a debate in my head. If I happen to break my leg, people would see that and help out. They would open doors for me. Carry any books I have. The list goes on…

“Peer pressure is like a pressure cooker. As more and more pressure is added, the more you start to scream.” In our high school years, it’s almost impossible to escape peer pressure. And you have to manage such on a…

On a late Saturday night, I was watching a Billy Graham Crusade on television. He posed a question that night which left me wondering. All the various religions of the world have one common denominator: It’s the blood. Almost all…