When God tugs

I don’t like being pushed, rushed, forced, boxed, or told what to do. My excuse is that I was born a month early and still hold a grudge for that. The best way to get me to do something, in fact, is to trick me into thinking it’s my own idea. If that...
Un-dragon me.

Un-dragon me.

Jesus, my Jesus… My heart feels hardened this morning, crusted over. Within me I sense a stirring, a fluttering, as my soul strains and kicks at its self-imposed chains. I sense you here with me, open to me—but something holds me back, something dead and angry...