JFlah's Blunders

John 3:16 sketch John 3:16   -  digitized sketches in Illustrator then did a mockup in Photoshop Do you dream and remember it? I've always had an over-active dream life... nightmare life, more like, and I often remember what I dream. At least I remember enough snippets of dreams to put them together - probably because I don't have kids or family that forces me to pop out of the bed like a daisy and go to running... [I have too much quiet time... is that even a thing?] Sometimes these dreams become the genesis of a short story, but other times I know they are helping me work out the scary stuff that's happening in my life. Why am I talking about dreaming? It's because I had a weird one that woke me at 4am this morning. A dream that woke me because I died in it - little unusual for me. There's usually danger in my dreams, but I don't usually die in them. Well, thankfully it was an accidental death vs any other sort of terror - the car I was riding ...

poem by Jennifer Fleming 2014 dark too dark i stick trembling hands out - they came back bloody last time do i dare hope? does hope even exist? a spark! the instant i dare believe in the possibility of hope, a light - just a pin prick of hope grows banishing the pitch blackness of despair - of death to shine boldly, illuminating the Way, the Truth, the Life i cringe hands tight against burning eyes i don't want to see how dirty i am, how incapable  of saving myself from the darkness but despite searing pain that light of Truth brings after such a long time in this self imposed darkness , I peek through gaps in my fingers - daring to focus on the face of Truth He smiles - stretches His scarred hand for mine the excruciating pain of seeing myself as He must see me - dirty, helpless, false - He forgives , breathes life where death once reside i gasp, taking in the first real breath my heart pumps life - abundant life though once i was dead, now i ...