I wanted everything to be perfect this Christmas. We’d made plans for the 23rd almost a year ago, I sent reminders throughout the year, reminded everybody at Thanksgiving. I was the most excited and hopeful I’d been for the holiday in a few years. Our children were all coming, the blending of which is still
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The Untouchable Gift
I read a quote a while back and can’t remember now exactly how it went but the idea of it has stuck with me for weeks. It’s about love and how we can feel it but not touch it. When it rains, we can feel it physically. We can dance in it, feel nourished by
The Suitcase
It’s the first week of January, and as I wake up, it’s still dark outside. I lay in bed thinking how the new year is already a few days old; time is a thief. The house is quiet, and the bed feels so good, but the coffee is calling my name. As I shuffle
A Gift of Grace, My First Book!
A Gift of Grace. Click here to purchase or on the image above. I’ve been wanting to write a book or several books for years but until a short time ago, you would have never convinced me it would be about Christmas and especially not poems. But God… He had another idea! Just a few
I never believed in fairytales.
I often wake up and have dreams come to mind that I need to get on paper. One night last week, I dreamt this phrase over and over and woke up hearing it, “I never believed in fairytales.” I lay there so confused and then asked myself, “Did I ever believe in them?” As the
Road to Imperfect
If Perfect were a destinationthat we could all get to, do we really want to go there, do we think it’s the right thing to do? If we all arrived at this place called Perfect, how hard it would be to maintain a life kept so totally flawless and fake, unblemished, and unstained. Who wants
God’s love and the sea.
No matter how much time I spend at the ocean, I am constantly amazed at it’s vastness, it’s endless appearance, the reflection of the sun on the tops of the waves, just all of it. It terrifies me and exhilirates me all at the same time. This week, we had a morning that the tide
Dear Time.
You are a thief. There, I said it. I don’t want to upset you because I so desperately need more of you but it’s true. You go too fast and we can’t keep up. We beg you to slow down and most often you don’t listen. Or maybe we don’t listen. I’m not sure which
