Grace For When

If I've learned anything at all over the last five years of blogging, it's that the flow of words can be finicky and inconsistent. Sometimes they come like rain, refreshing and plentiful and full of life, and then sometimes they just don't. Like the tide that brings that ocean waves up onto shore and then takes it away, the ebb and flow of words, stories, and lessons in my life fluctuate, and these last six months have been pretty dry. There hasn't been much laid upon my heart to share in this space, which at times has been both disheartening and frustrating, and yet in this I am learning grace.

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A Story

     There is a girl, seeking to find love, worth and affirmation in all of the wrong places - the places in which the world says she will find them - yet she always comes out feeling even more empty, beat-up and alone than when she had entered.  Like Alice in that land of wonder, she seems to fall deeper and deeper down that rabbit hole, seeing and experiencing things that only temporarily relieve her of her utter pain and confusion, until she ultimately finds herself face-down on the floor in a dark, unfamiliar place.  Then a door which was previously unseen by the girl is unexpectedly opened to reveal a land, the likes of which she has never known before : a land of flowing waters, open fields, calming winds, and ever-present sunshine; where the birds of the air and the animals of the land roam freely and without constraint; where there is a sense of identity and family, endless love and grace.

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