I wish I could be brave enough to put my feeling and fears and tears on paper as much as this one that inspires me does. Every week, several times a week she sits at the screen and mashes out a few paragraphs to let us know we are not alone in our grief. Some of us...
I have been reading poetry and poetic writers for years. A tone that resonates in my soul. The Psalmist sings to me thousands of years later. Many times the hum that draws me dissipates and eventually disappears. I panic. Have I lost my way? The creator whispers …...
“Things don’t matter. Pictures don’t matter. I have my husband and my daughter and my Momma. That’s all that matters.” She just stood there stunned, not knowing where to begin. The tornado had ripped her home apart and nearly taken the lives of the three that were...