dear december -- ii. cling on to hope --- you will come out of this stronger. you are okay. it will all be okay. ii. smile fries and "burning the house down"... thank you for joyous moments. and thank you for covering us with Your hand. … Continue reading slipping by | pt. 12
(a lot has happened this month... so i apologize in advance for this book. oooops) dear november -- i. lies... and feelings. thoughts. they all mix into a myriad of a tight heaviness - none of which i should be experiencing right now. he was pushing … Continue reading slipping by | pt. 11
dear august — i. our love for each other broke loose as we ventured into greater depths and allowed ourselves to look into into the heart of the other. ii. he whines and drags his feet, sending her voice to rise and fall with increasing intensity, then … Continue reading slipping by | pt. 8
dear may — xii. something sprouted in the garden. a newfound desire, an unquenchable hope. barefoot, my toes wiggle in the goodness of the fertile soil. arms high, i receive the refreshing pouring out of rain. i'm free, i'm free, i'm free to dance and sing xiii. … Continue reading slipping by | pt. 5
dear april -- iii-vi. you've shown how sometimes the highest of highs foreshadows times of brokenness and weakness. moments that cloud my head with pain, that heave my chest with despair. you've shown how every death leads towards a resurrection. you gave me just enough strength to endure. … Continue reading slipping by | pt. 4
i feel all of a sudden stripped bare left in the cold, reaching for something to hold they say the father up above is looking down in love and all i must do is abide abide. to be still. to rest, rest in the rivers of … Continue reading rise.
dear march -- i. thank you for heart-wrenching convictions. for wakeup calls. for shouting your voice loud and clear like a megaphone. ii. i sit in a hard back swivel chair in his private office. so many unknowns. the future draws near and my head spins … Continue reading slipping by | pt. 3