Lord, I know you search me You know all my thoughts You know when I sit quietly Or when I stand up - You're there. You understand me. Close by or faraway you Reach me - You know just when I sleep Or when I'm walking, Nothing catches you by surprise. Before I begin to… Continue reading My Heart’s Overflow
A new dad waiting for his first baby to be born understands the value of a minute. A new dad hearing that baby's first cry understands the value of a moment. Lately I've been pondering the difference between minutes and moments. I don't know about at your house, but at my house we seem to… Continue reading Minutes or Moments?
What is This? You're sitting there, tears falling over freshly dried tears, wondering how on earth you got to this place. Whatever your this is, it feels like hell. It feels like nothing is ever going to be right again. Maybe you've done everything right. Maybe you've done everything wrong. I've been on both sides… Continue reading Startled – What is This?
It would make good sense for me to begin a book on navigating life post-divorce with the story of my ex-husband's infidelity. But how could I possibly write that without first telling you that I have been the "other woman" - twice?
Tonight I stared into a mix of Yellowed, redded, oranged hues that Danced before the horizon And wondered, "where do they go?" What happens to the light when it Stumbles out of reach, And leaves me standing, wondering Whispering to the dark - Come back... Does it lose its light or simply Remain intact, yet… Continue reading It’s Beyond Me
My life has been a long game of hide-and-seek with God. If you don't want to know my whole story, you should skip this blog. But if you want to find out why I love him so much, this is where you'll find out why.
At first glance, this is just a blossom. But just like people - we all have a story. Let me tell you how this blossom came to be and how it relates to your life.
Can't go around it, gotta go through it.
God is able to heal me, but even if He does not...I will not serve your gods.
It was midnight in the sleepy trailer park where I lived 3 miles out of town. The house creaked and groaned in the night wind, but was otherwise silent. I stared at the ceiling, then at the shadows the tree branches threw in my window. They felt like hands reaching out to grab me. I… Continue reading Runaway Train