i had wanted to document these days better. they are the last ones and i don't want to forget... i don't want to forget how differ...

i hear them before i see them, that brother and sister with their hands intertwined and something clutched between all twenty fingers. i h...

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...

the sun is setting earlier and the air is turning crisper... i leave the windows open to let fall sneak in. and it was on an evening th...

it's the sound of that splash that keeps haunting me. the one that made us both pause and look at one another before he sprang into ac...

He spoke it in the quiet of the new year .  that promise of a new thing; of a way in the wilderness and rivers in a desert. i thought H...

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...

i sit in the dark and listen to his song, the one sung out in the night. it's the same song, the same longing, the same tune that fill...

my life is marked by brokenness. as, i am sure, every person is to some extent whether the pain is large or small. this jar of clay, li...

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...

they stand tall and graceful on our kitchen table, lost in sun and shadow, this gift unexpected calls for little hands to reach out an...

and it's been a whole year since we left our yellow house,  and our life  behind. packed it all up and stepped out into the complet...

i sit across from a man i've never met before and give him my name. the snow is already beginning to melt outside. he asks the nee...

i sit in my chair at the kitchen table, bent over a form needing to be filled in, i get to the boxes that need to hold the day's dat...

it plays beside me as i sit in the quiet of lights strung onto a tree. the haunting melody of a crying out for Him, and it leaves me und...

she stands there behind that register. she shifts from foot to foot. her shoulders are slumped as though she feels defeated... as thou...