Author: EirdoWay

A cry from the battlefield of the heart There is a war within me. Not just a skirmish. Not just passing tension. A real war. One moment I long for God with a hunger that burns, the next, I’m chasing the very things that dull my...

A cry from the quiet place, where striving dies and life begins I forget so easily. Not the truth, but the source. I know You are good. I know You are present. I know You are my strength. But somewhere in the execution, I reach...