I went with my dad to a funeral. The prayer giver asked that our “tears be turned into living water.” I just liked that thought.
This pain of heart
pierces like an arrow
Here’s my tears,
tears of sorrow. Continue reading
I went with my dad to a funeral. The prayer giver asked that our “tears be turned into living water.” I just liked that thought.
This pain of heart
pierces like an arrow
Here’s my tears,
tears of sorrow. Continue reading
by Dale G. Renlund
When we get a paper cut we know what to expect. It’s going to hurt but after a couple of days we will forget about it because our body will do what it does best – it will heal. We are designed to heal. Sometimes though, when the wounds are severe, we need help to heal. Continue reading
It’s been awhile since I’ve talked about that nasty business called anxiety. How about an update?
I don’t know
what you are going through.
I won’t lie
and tell you that I do.
I can tell
the hurt is deep and true.
I won’t try
to offer a platitude.
All I ask
is to let me cry with you.

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If you allow it, there is no
physician’s touch that can heal
like time –
Unless the wound is infected
with that poisonous toxin
regret.
So, how you choose to fill your days
will determine your state
of mind –
Will you let time mend old hurts
or will you cling to all that
past debt?

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“Please, take away my pain
And eradicate my bane,”
I entreated for relief.
“Remove my thorn from me,”
I pled. Then asked humbly,
“Help thou my unbelief.”
Soon after –
I was called to serve the youth
To teach Eternal truth
And offer them relief.
Hmmm.