Almost a year ago I adopted a kitten. If only you knew how explosive of a statement that is for me. Why? Well if you want to know more, here’s a link to that story. It turns out that kitten, Gerdie Grace, would be the beginning of not only my worst days, but also my […]Read More Olly olly oxen free.
I wish I would have known God made them like you. One who hears every past shame and falls deeper in love. Who wants to understand the insecurities and pray me through the valleys. The kind who waits when he doesn’t even know if there is anything to wait for. I wish I knew He […]Read More One like you.
As I sat there on my knees, tears rolling, snot dripping, and my cat resting in front of me with one paw outstretched on my leg, I knew this was what grace felt like. Funny, because Gerdie (my cat), is a holy terror most of the time. We’re still getting used to each other. Me […]Read More Grace meows…uh I mean abounds.
They sit on her chest. Pressing down on her foundation. Cracking the very structure that is her. She tries to lift them but she can’t. Others before either ignored them or added to the pile. But who is this stone mason? One who sees the bricks and pictures a house. Who knows how to lift […]Read More Bricks.
My subconscious keeps inviting you to lay your head on my pillow. And I wish I knew how to stop it because waking up without breath makes me fall again. You’re just a dream now. A better picture than you ever were. You’re still good at coming and going considering I never know when you’ll […]Read More Ghost of the past.