Small town girl with big world vision
I sit on the porch on this early spring evening, darkness descending. The wind blusters, crinkling the long-withered leaves unburied from their wintery prison, and I sigh. It sounds like my soul, withered and crinkled in the weight of all my mistakes and missteps. The sound whispers to me of the things I still wrestle…
There are days when Sunshine speaks and suddenly it looms large in front of me. With a word and a dip of the head, I see it. The wall. It is built to protect, to create safety, to keep out pain. I see it and I want to soothe. I am safe, my dear. I…
Grace abounds every day. But sometimes we miss it. Instead of seeing grace, we see our own shortcomings. Instead of seeing growth, we see how far there is yet to travel. Instead of having a burden lifted, we are weighed down in our own failings. If we live like that, we miss far more than…
