walking alone – My Voice Unchained

Day Four: The Wanderer

This morning I woke up crying. It was literal lamenting. It wasn’t the quiet kind of tears that disappear as quickly as they arrive. These

I don’t go to church anymore. I used to, but it became too draining — too much noise, too much pretense, too many people trying

I have come to the heart of the threshing floor. The threshing floor is a place where grain is separated from straw that has no