Aeschylus wrote, "In our sleep, pain that cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart and in our despair, against our will comes wisdom through the awful grace of God."

Life is about making the tough decisions and having to live with them once you do. In my own life I have seen the hand of God working out in so many of my own prayers.

Its been a little over a week since I wrote my last post. Lots of life changing points have been cropping up lately and exhausting nights trying to figure them all out.

There has been a whole lot of pain dwelling in my heart lately, and so much so that the bitterness has been spilling out. It pains me to admit, or even condone letting my pain be seen by others since I am a relatively private person.

Dad casts first, showing me how it's done. Go on you can do it, remember to flick your wrist. I fumble with the rod, the wet composite of carbon and steel slipping between my fingers, unable to liberate the plastic string from the reel.

It was an early start this morning. A little after 5:30 I rose, attempted to shine, and after a short drive I was ready to serve the Lord for my church's annual golf tournament.

When the Israelites traveled through the desert for forty years they set landmarks to remember important events. Those landmarks served a purpose to teach younger generations about the fulfillment of God's promises and mercy.

There are those moments in your life when you know that nothing will be the same. You can sense the winds of change and it's pointing you another way.

Being a writer there is a natural inclination to believe in being inspired, however, over the past few weeks I have come to the realization that this is not true. It stands better that as a writer I need to be the one who inspires.

My hands are bruised and broken. My mind is crippled by thoughts of uncertainty in the midst of the unknown. Where once everything was clear before me, now appear in ruins. Can we lose our salvation?