The words faded on a paper unearthed from the files while we pack grabbed my soul. “Grace, grace, grace for all.” These words I seek to live, try to breath, and must accept. Grace that grips my hand as one leads a lost child back to their parent. Grace holding my hand like the visitor to the sick … More Gripped by Grace
Grace invited me to dance and I said okay. I walked out to the floor with my head hung low, not daring to make eye contact. Although there was something there that I had not felt in years, I dared not smile nor show relief. I thought emotion was not was not allowed when you … More Dancing with Grace
life feigns to be seamless while hearts are ripped asunder jostling for control dangerously engaged with our trust there are no victors only victims When we stumble the fall can be cosmic sympathy is grand rescue is preferable pause breathe in exhale step repeat Who will hear the lament of the sigh will peace come … More Seeking Answers Among the Words
What would it take to prove my love for you? You say that I am distant, so I left everything to be near. You say that I am out-of-touch with how things really are for you, so I walked where you walk, danced where you dance, wept when you wept, and worked as you work. … More What would it take?
A dark cloud gathers on the horizon. Its very presence shrouds our ability to see things clearly. Hope feels like an opiate that we came down from two decades ago and safety a dream from the innocent hours long since past. The petitions of the brokenhearted fill the air, but it feels like they echo … More A Cloud of Darkness, A Dawning Light
Searching for community, a place of belonging. Will they accept me, a sinner of my own creation. I am not all that bad, but then again I am never that good. My façade is only skin deep thinly veiling my brokenness. Searching for community, a place of love. I seek a place that offers more … More Searching for the Found
What will it be like on the other side? Will the path that I walked be fairly straight forward with minimal undulation? Will it appear like a jagged road that crosses back and forth so often that it could serve as stitch work on a wound? I hope that there will be a visible path … More The Other Side