An often-debated religious and philosophical question since ancient times. *This research paper was originally published on my author’s website. Visit here for more content.* The author of the book of Job presents important themes such as the problem of suffering and the question: if God is really in control of…

Because sometimes writing is not as easy as we think. This is summarized content from my free ebook, 15 Ways to Overcome Writer’s Block. Download your free copy at my author’s website here.* I have organized 15 Ways to Overcome Writer’s Block into six major categories. I understand that what…

A poem on love gently found. — They wash up on the shore, small fragments of the sea, shells that have seen the ocean floor but find their way back beneath the sun. They don’t ask for attention yet receive it all the same from those willing to reach within the sand and with their fingers sift the earth…

What does it mean as a human to be made in God’s image and how does that affect our relationship with Him? The author of Genesis writes about the creation of Man happening through God, who chooses to make humanity in His image. However, because the true God is a…

From a Marine to you: It’s a way of sharing our passion and love. — Creative people often limit their art or limit themselves because of their shyness. I’ve been writing stories and poetry since I was young (since around second grade-ish), but I didn’t really take writing seriously until about 7 or 8 years ago. I was always quite shy, very reserved, and extremely…

A poem of love for one another — Wisdom disguised as wonder, the childlike reaction to see anything but lines, anything but division. There is only this to them, the fire trailing, painting the sky until it becomes nothing but pink, nothing but a distant glow, nothing but a flame dancing slowly towards its sleep beneath the waves. …

You are sharing an experience and a part of yourself. A while back, my best friend gifted me a traditional shaving kit and I swore that was the best present ever. You know, one of those that bring the cup with the shaving cream inside, the one where you use…

A poem. Letters lost in drawers, maybe dreams too, lost in dust and time and treasure chests, destinies crumpled into pieces of paper that were never read, like constellations never mapped, codes never deciphered. What could have been had the right words been said? Was it the split second that…