Look up. Look at the thousands that are hungry. Look and hear them. How they need Him. Mothers, fathers, children, teachers, elders, church members. Bitter gossips and over-workers and seekers and the young and the old. “You feed them.” We always hear this call. We’re mothers. “What’s for
The air feels so brittle And the wind has a bite. The night’s a tad longer, The days are so bright. Wind moaning low Of sin, suffering, and loss, "Long lay the world" Waiting oncoming frost. Like leaves falling, The old story’s calling: The one of
He shouldered a cross. I shouldered my dread. And walked. Soft and tenuous, down the dark hall. I didn’t need the lights. My feet knew the worn path down cheap carpet. She had slept eight hours. Eight. My gratitude, my full chest, my deep fear, wrestled for dominance in
Sometimes I stand in front of my closet and feel paralyzed about what to wear. That patch of carpet in front of my closet? It’s a battle ground. It's the stage for the expectations, limitations, judgments, and disappointments of all it means to be a woman, let
Let your heart be knit to that man before you. The one that rushes you out the door and forgets his keys and asks what's for dinner and just drives you crazy. For all the soft moments that you look over and find that without a word, yes,