From The Desk of David

The hues of this sacred haven defied the spectrum of human comprehension. The sky above stretched as an endless expanse of sapphire haze; its infinite depths mirrored in the untouched waters of the winding river that flowed through the garden. The banks were adorned with lush, emerald-green grasses that floated…

He’d say it as if it were no big deal—as if it wasn’t one of the rudest things someone could ever say. He’d say it as if it didn’t matter that the statement would strike me right in one of the most vulnerable places. He’d say it as if I…

I’ve always wondered why we use the word, “brokenness,” to describe human fallibility. Was it for melodramatic effect? Did the humans at the beginning of time feel the need to project their own views on human fallibility forever? Why use a word so hopeless? Broken. Webster defines that word is…

The scene was far too familiar. The mechanical humming of the unnamed machines, the occasional “beep” that said someone’s heart was beating just once more, and the hushed whispers of nurses and doctors alike—that were loud enough to hear but soft enough to not understand. I found myself in an…

It’s been a long day and I sit down to scroll—I know it’s not what I should do because it will only result in not just finding rest but finding disappointment and an amplification of the loneliness within. There’s a mix of smiling friends, sociopolitical rants, theological teachings, and fitness…

“There is nothing in any of us that has the power to save someone from their sins, because if there were, we would have a need for a Savior in the first place.”