She used to wander through the past as often as it beckoned her, bemoaning the loss of nostalgia. Then, for a while, she turned from it, blissfully free of its noxious clutch, and now it's back, taunting her with what she left behind, knowing she can never recapture what's gone.

He was on her mind but she doesn't let anyone stay for too long.

I didn't sleep well last night because one of my ghosts came back, haunting with his presence, and when I woke up, the others weren't here, haunting with their memory.

The air is cold and dusk has descended. In the distance lightning flickers and a far away rumble of thunder awakens my thoughts and makes me remember.

Of course she wants him to forget her. The last place she wants to reside is in his thoughts. What an unpleasant place to be.

An imagination submitted to the movement of the Holy Spirit is a powerful tool in the hands of God to write testaments of His glory.

God created us in His image, and He gave us an imagination with His imprint to create things for His glory!

Someone once said that love is the closest thing to magic that this world has, but magic enchants, deceives and casts a spell.

The gift of being able to speak with a holy God because of the righteousness we gain through Jesus on the cross is an indescribable miracle!

Jesus didn't die on the cross so we can do something epic. He died so we can have a relationship with an epic God who moves in epic ways!