We cry and we struggle,we laugh and we celebrate.We have days that are dark,and days the sun stays up late. He wants to be in the midstof each and every part,yes, with us in the darkness,when burdens are on our heart. But He also wants to dance with us,in the sunshine after the rain,He wants
I’m a mess in the making,chances I keep taking,to do things on my own,thinking I’m strong enough alone. Often, I don’t even knowthat what I’m doing is even so,because I run full speed ahead,lightly, I don’t know how to tread. Then when I realize what I can’t do,I turn to You, God, I turn to
I preach and preach to all who will listen (and yell it for the girl there in the back that looks like me) to let things go, especially those little things that hurt me so. Holding on to them is for what? To prove a point, to make sure we get the last word, to
We so often feel we are the only ones broken when, truly, the other side of the wall is broken too. Beautifully broken. Just like us.
Restless spirit. A calming God. Worried heart. A reassuring God. Heavy soul. An uplifting God. Hurting and in pain. A comforting God. He takes care of it all… if we just let it go. Why do we hold on so tight when His hands are outstretched, reaching out to calm, to reassure, to uplift,
I wrote this today with so many people on my mind, including family members, struggling with depression, trying to just put one foot in front of the other while many of us don’t even see it. I used to have a drawer full of masks, they were covered in smiles and “I’m okay” expressions, and
I believe grief comes in many forms. The loss of a loved one, of course, but isn’t there more? I feel we grieve over the loss of the way things were or were supposed to be, relationships, seeing those we love and care about suffer, losing ourselves in despair. Some grieve from aging and time
Well, one of my all-time favorite authors did it again. Eternal is a great read, full of history, and rich in the characters and their story line. It is bittersweet, and yes, difficult to read at times because it is based during the horrific period of WWII, but you will fall in love with the
He wakes me in the morning,waiting…waiting…waiting…on me. He wonders… Will I think of Him?Will I trudge down the hall to get coffee?Will I turn on the phone and start to scroll?Will I watch other’s lives, ooh and aah, roll my eyes at crazy people?Will I turn on the computer and grimace at my inbox?Will I
Below is a story I am entering in my first ever writing contest. I want to challenge myself ! We were given a required word count along with a prompt which is – someone wakes up on a train with no idea how they got there, no ticket, and it doesn’t appear to be stopping.
Sort of a rambling here but you know me. I was sitting on my porch this week watching it rain, listening, and it sounded so beautiful. If you love rain like I do, you’re a Pluviophile like me! That’s my new word this week. Anyway, I was sitting there thinking about a dozen things I
The sun is coming through the blinds and she can tell it’s morning. Her head hurts. She lays there trying to open her eyes until eventually she is staring at the ceiling of this room that has become her solace. It is a wreck with stored boxes of an old life scattered everywhere and a