He is unchanging and yet He brings us through seasons that will bring about change in us. i stood outside on our front step this evening ...

i don't think it matters. i think i'm becoming bold enough to say those words. i don't think it matters... you came home...

i grew up in a small baptist church where all the grey-haired ones became my aunties and uncles and where i would sneak a pickle or two from...

it seems to come in the quiet of those late hours, those feelings that you've failed and you're too broken and all the things that y...

he stops the van and opens the doors in the shade of those trees that stand tall in the heat of the afternoon and i lean my head back as the...

it's in the early hours that she crawls in under the covers and presses her warm little body up next to me. i often wake up pressed on...

sometimes, the only words that find their way out of this mouth, are words sung. words that carry a plea in their tune, well worn a...

{winner of giveaway is named at the bottom of the post...} we sit out in the sun once school is done and lunch is hot, the three of them a...

he hung himself on that tree and died there. but it wasn't just him who died... so many other things died too. i have thought, ho...

my cousin from the great and white north comes to visit me in the middle of a snowstorm. she brings a bit of home that helps ease an ache ...

he comes home to find me a mess. packages of chicken thighs that normally hold a set amount all wrapped up in prepackaged plastic are each m...

He catches my attention at a red light a couple miles from home. my mind has wandered and my ears have tuned out the chatter...  but m...

it's on the evening of a new year that my arms are filled with new life. a tiny bundle of pink perfection and i stand there, lost in...

the songs that fill the air keep calling for us to look up. to search for Him, to open our eyes to the light of that star that burned so...

he gathered me up in his arms this evening, cradled me like a small child and rocked me while i sobbed. and i wonder if the pain will ev...

i think of days that seem lost in shadow. and the wonder that He is still there. if i say, "surely the darkness will hide me an...

it's been 4 years since i held the smooth bamboo needles in my hands. i was never one for trying to knit and attempt to untangle s...