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
dear february -- i. happy mail from cc... shrills of delight, tears of joy, tugs from the heart. thank you. ❤ i. oh deer... he says i must get it in, everything there or not. i give in and comply. later, another bids me to join. and … Continue reading still i rise | no. 2
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 september -- i. paralysis... worry and fear paralyzed me. oh no, Father... not again. but yes, it seems. yes... again. iii. pride... pride got the best of me, and i could feel it. i was running on a performance cycle rather than a serving heart. … Continue reading slipping by | pt. 9
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 july — ii. we talked about our feelings about the upcoming week. and he leaned over and said -- hey, it's gonna get better. and sitting side by side, my heart felt light. and for a second, i was sure that indeed it would... get … Continue reading slipping by | pt. 7
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.