My spirit has been repeating the past few days: make a way. Not sure if it is me speaking to my own spirit, or my spirit speaking to the Holy Spirit. But, I seem content that perhaps it is both.


Purge with fire and burn with flame, 'til the smoke smells like praise and the embers speak your name.


I took a walk in the dark one night, and though there were stars, I forgot to recall the light. As dark grew deep and forests found sleep, I forgot to hear as the creatures did creep. Though I forgot all, I heard All speak, and in a voice both strong and meek to my forgetting heart He spoke: Remember this, I call you Hope.