Not my idea of peace
It feels like we are stuck in the valley, our feet firmly wedged in the mud. Trying to move but God whispers "still your heart my child,...
Soft Spaces
I love the soft spaces. The ones with the breaking of natural light through the slits in the shades. Cascading like rippled pools across...
The storm
Often times we see storms as a bad omen. A hoover vacuum that rips away the goodness from the earth and heaves it around in a cluster....
