Hope Smolders Inside Like a Hot Coal of Joy

The Weeping Prophet Curses His Birthday, but Maintains Hope.

Dear Diary, Every day is hard now. I don’t remember the last time I enjoyed a nice meal and a few laughs. It’s all so serious all the time. God continues to give me messages of doom and destruction. Honestly, no one even knows my name anymore. They just say, “Here comes the weeping prophet.”Continue reading “The Weeping Prophet Curses His Birthday, but Maintains Hope.”