The red break of dawn has much to teach me. It takes blood and bravery to begin. To rise.
While we’re in the storm.
The coronavirus pandemic, the November election, mask mandates, school closures, nation-wide protests, de-funding the police…. It seems like we barely get our heads above water amid the storms of 2020 and then another wave hits. I have watched as so many struggle against these waves, cursing at them and doing everything in their power to …
{like butterflies}
all i want is to writeas i balance accounts at workas i brush my teeth at nightas i lay my head down to sleep as i run in the morning light the words buzz around mewherever i golouder and louder until i can’t hear anything elsethey float around meuntil i can’t see anything else. clouding …
The Sound of Jesus Weeping.
I’ve been staring at this screen for what seems like hours, trying to find the words to begin this post. The emptiness of the screen mirrors the emptiness in my heart. Or is it fullness? A heart full of grief, of frustration, of heaviness… This past week has been just that. Heavy. Last Tuesday my …
{so many faces}
so many faces, maskingso many stories, brimmingwith so much pain– no wonder we all look away when we meet each others eyes.