Here
I look around, eyes wide open, and discover You are here. Not where I expected You to be. Not over…
I look around, eyes wide open, and discover You are here. Not where I expected You to be. Not over…
How many times have I read the story of the loaves and fishes? The story of Jesus feeding 5,000 people…
Dawn traces her shining fingers across my face and my mind is racing before I can pause to take it…
I live in a self imposed, self designed prison. Emily Freeman calls it a “prison of self-protection.” My prison locks…
She is thankful. She is thankful for rain. The way it falls like tiny beads of glass, Sparkling this way…