by Abigail Alleman | Apr 2, 2014 | Faith, Fear, Hope, Imperfect Prose, Risk, The Journey, To be Told
“Tension is living in the gap between certainty and uncertainty…we are wired to grow, and all growth stretches us beyond our comfort level. Comfort is the absence of tension; growth requires a swim in the murky, dangerous waters. We want adventure, but not without...
by Abigail Alleman | Feb 1, 2012 | Abba Heart, Beauty, Imperfect Prose, Poetry, The Journey
spins up upand strongintricately wovengossamerthat with butmomentarydip from thedivine Handyoutransfuse brillianceand I amhushed.stilled.transfixed.beyond the ragingsurgingdoubt and thepervasive worrythat dizzy makesthe small into big andforgets youabove in and...
by Abigail Alleman | Sep 21, 2011 | Abba Heart, Beauty, Faith, Gospel, Home, Imperfect Prose, Poetry, Prayer, The Journey
on this rain-kissed dayi searchfor a place that i have been restless for.all the words i am graspingfor can not encompasswhat is beyond words.i long for Homei long for Himi long for face-to-facei long for peacei long for joyi long for Life!i long for Youi long with...
by Abigail Alleman | May 5, 2011 | Beauty, Faith, Gospel, Imperfect Prose, The Journey
It seems as though every single bit of inner turmoil that can spill out into outer frustration, anger…tension for me AND ESPECIALLY for my family boils down to this lie: It’s all about you. Where, oh where have I lost the way? I ask Him on the oh-so-needed walk...
by Abigail Alleman | Apr 28, 2011 | Abba Heart, Beauty, Faith, Global Community, Gospel, Imperfect Prose, The Journey, Walk with Him Wednesday
“Now the Lord is the Spirit, and where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom.” ~II Corinthians 3:17 “God’s ultimate goal is maturing us into who he says we are, & then releasing us into the dreams he designed for us before the world began.....
by Abigail Alleman | Apr 7, 2011 | Faith, Imperfect Prose, Poetry, RAP, The High Calling
pricked and piercedprodded and pulledpushed and preyedpuddles of painthe ruins remain.words that coststuck like full-juiced lemons openupon tender woundsunhealed.unseen.but I see them.how can i forgivethat which rendersme worthlesswith a single blowof one called...