dear, me -- time is a precious thing and the people in your life maybe more so. remember that rainy day under the shelter of that train stop? when she whispered grace and assurance, strength and encouragement? do you remember that day? and music. there … Continue reading sincerely, me.
dear april -- i. you are a pastor's dream and you have a servant's heart... it is not just what i do, it is who i am. thank you for placing value and worth on me and reminding me of my gifts. more often than not … Continue reading still i rise | no. 4
dear march -- i. why does healing take so much time? and this thing called time -- will it ever come? i. big yellow umbrellas and northern lights... i'll just sit with you in the dark and hold a big yellow umbrella over your head until the … Continue reading still i rise | no. 3
her heart stirred violently inside of her chest her weary hands, trying to push it all down, all the while choosing to breath in with hope and exhale with grace. she didn’t settle, no she reached for more -- more than just existing, more than … Continue reading overcoming, overcome, overcame
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
icy and dark are what my brain feels - but i dismiss those because the smears of green and purple show beauty and joy emerging from my heart. and stars - they are the freckles of tear stained cheeks. it's all warm... and mysterious... and … Continue reading from northern lights
(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