Washing Out
Tonight I’m feeling the sadness of grieving friends and loved ones. This song formed in my head as I was driving home in the rain. Washing Out I did...
Tonight I’m feeling the sadness of grieving friends and loved ones. This song formed in my head as I was driving home in the rain. Washing Out I did...
How can so much living be stuffed into the days of summer? I am a suitcase bursting at the seams, a well overflowing, a garden escaping the chicken wire bounds....
It’s been internet ages (aka almost three weeks) since I’ve posted anything! What ever happened to the end of June? What happened to my month of prayer? W...
There are days I seem to be living life in fast forward. It can wear me out and chew me up. Voices garble, movement is jerky, and in the frenzied passing of sce...
Ivy Joy. You are the thrush that sings in the morning, sweet with joy from the crown of the tree. You are the laurel about my head, victory green and new. You ...