Heartstrings

Heartstrings

I’m not exactly sure what we were talking about, but the picture that came to my mind at my Sunday school teacher’s words won’t leave. He spoke of giving our hearts to God and God breaking them in order to reshape them, mold them into something...
The Stone and the Storm

The Stone and the Storm

My first published blog post was The Stone. Almost exactly two years later, I read it again and tear up. I wrote: We fall on Jesus, into His “everlasting arms”; we lean on Him, depend on Him to hold us up. And He does. But sometimes we’ll be broken. Sometimes our...
Home

Home

Home where we’ll all be together again, Home where our praise to the Lamb would never end; I am going home, where we’ll walk the streets of gold and never see a tear again, I am going home, where I’ll cast my crown before the King of Kings and Lord...
“The world is full of broken people.”

“The world is full of broken people.”

{^Listen to me read this poem!} The world is full of broken people and my fragile soul cannot bear the weight of this shattered place, although I so often try. I shed the tears, feel the ache, ask the questions, pray the prayers for help, for healing. I attempt to...