I saw something the other day about how it’s hard to tell the broken that things will be ok when you’re feeling torn apart yourself. And yeah, I get it. It is hard to give when I feel like I have nothing left to give and it’s hard to speak hope when darkness looms and…
Category: Love
It’s all about Him
Long, long ago in the very beginning everything was, well, different. There were no joyful songs floating through the forest; no sunbeams sparkling on water blue; no one to love, no one to hold. Just darkness. But one day that all changed. Upon this formless mass in deepest dark a Being moved. With what joy…
Hello again :)
I sit quietly, cozy blanket, journal, cup of warm herbal tea, and fuzzy yarn balls close at hand, and watch snowflakes twist and turn outside my window. We’re not even halfway through autumn, and already it’s snowed four times this week. White clings to golden branches, yet melts away, only to leave brown, crackling leaves…
Waiting for me
It's early yet as the golf cart rolls to a stop in front of the camp kitchen. I head for the door: I've got laundry to do. Three steps later, there Angel is: running, wagging her tail and doggy-smiling. I blink. This is different. Sure she's been here every time I've come up here for…
He Always Will
It's taken me 2.5 years to wade through Isaiah's 66 chapters, but I don't regret it nor the "detours" that helped it take that long. They were what I needed, and I found that every time I came back to Isaiah my marker was right where I needed it then, too. I've been reviewing what…