The Woman Suffering

Night is the only time shame is shadowed. Daylight shines and reveals blood. I feel like the Nile - a curse upon me for my sin. The blood will never stop. I’m sure of it. Twelve years I’ve prayed it would stop. No priest, no prophet, no doctor - no man can stop my blood. …

Hopeful Wandering

In the midst of seemingly endless traveling, we remember that we are hopeful citizens of an eternal city, and we take comfort. The idea of a hopeless wanderer carries with it the implication of a journey with no end in sight. There is no hope for the one who seeks to find himself along the …