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Hip-Deep in Jabbok: A Surgical Wrestle with God
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Continue reading →: Hip-Deep in Jabbok: A Surgical Wrestle with GodI’m twenty-seven with pre-flood hips, acetabulum Armageddon, post-flood scripts etched in my pelvis, every step a small quake. Sockets talking like tired prophets,spent seers spitting smoke signals and soft sonnets,who watched too much carpet-bombed historyand not nearly enough Sabbath mystery. I’m laid out, vessel of confessions,static saint on state-issue concessions,on…
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Graffiti on Gurneys
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Continue reading →: Graffiti on GurneysThey said I was late.But late to who?I bargain with bones,gravity taxing my shoes.Pharisee physics, charging fees for my stride,Adam’s dust in collections,interest rates on my spine. Doctor’s den? Bleach and bankruptcy.Clipboard carnivore—smiling wolfishly.Receptionist radiant—sin in stilettos—keyboard clicking hymns like counterfeit ghettos.White coat prophets peddling lies on demand,scalpels for sale…
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The Patient’s Psalm
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Continue reading →: The Patient’s PsalmHe learned the hallway clock by heart,counted seconds between beeps like beats in a chart.Patients stretched thin in the ward,faith on a monitor, faith under guard. Routine was a guillotine, risk wrapped as rite,scalpel rehearsals under fluorescent light.Vanity vanishes, vapor of breath,Preacher’s refrain in a clinic of death. Bag by the…
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The Cross Bleeds Louder (Poem)
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Continue reading →: The Cross Bleeds Louder (Poem)Count past ten, the math breaks, sins stack infinite,ledger dripping red ink, every digit intimate.Not prodigal, but still estranged in my skin,The Father charts the distance like He’s mapping out my sin. No mirror required—I’ve stared at the ruin:envy with a smirk, pride humming its tune.David pre-resurrection, wrapped tight in…
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Continue reading →: Buried Hope: Unanswered Prayers, Waiting On The Lord, & Resurrection
Have you ever been in a spot where you’ve prayed—like, really prayed—and it feels like God just isn’t showing up? Maybe you’re in that place right now, stuck in the waiting, wondering if He even notices. It’s rough, right? Especially when you know, He could step in and fix things, but for…
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Continue reading →: Wilderness Hope: Hagar, God’s Promises, and the Miracle of Being Seen
The soldier sat on the cold, damp ground, the weight of his pack pressing into his back as he leaned against the muddy wall of the trench. The sound of distant explosions echoed in the night, but here, for the moment, it was quiet. Too quiet. He pulled out a…
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When the Scars Speak, the Cross Shouts
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Continue reading →: When the Scars Speak, the Cross ShoutsThe piece explores the relationship between pain and spiritual growth, illustrating how suffering can distort perception. Initially, the author perceives pain as a source of truth, but later recognizes that it doesn’t define one’s identity. Through the metaphor of the cross, the narrative highlights how Christ transforms suffering into purpose…
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Continue reading →: The Idol of Self, The Temptation of Pain, and The Anthem of Eternity
The beat started—familiar and new all at once. The anticipation would soon be replaced with a determined overthinking, attempting to solve the puzzle being downloaded audibly into my ears. But over the next two hours, I’d find that I didn’t receive a puzzle, but the familiar graveyard where the worship…
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The Hope of Limitations: A Holy Week Reflection
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Continue reading →: The Hope of Limitations: A Holy Week ReflectionThe inflection in his voice was a trap, and I fell for it—hook, line, and sinker. “Fight for your limitations, and you’ll keep them.” And off was the racehorse of overthinking. But don’t ask me to tell you what he said after because, at that moment, The Spirit leaned in, hand on…
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It is Good Friday, Indeed
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Continue reading →: It is Good Friday, IndeedIn Eden, Adam and Eve fell from grace. Jesus brought hope and grace, making Good Friday indeed.
Hello,
I’m David
Welcome to this small, quiet corner of the internet. Think of it like a coffee shop table where words, Scripture, and vinyl crackle in the background. I’m not here as someone who has it all together—just a fellow traveler pointing toward the bread of life.
What you’ll find here are fragments: poems, reflections, and essays stitched together from the ache of our brokenness and the hope of a Savior who makes us whole. It’s part journal, part prayer, part playlist for weary souls.
So linger a while. Read slowly. My prayer is that every line I write nudges you beyond me and toward the One who created you—and still whispers grace into all our restless hearts.
From The Desk of David 