Hidden

Maybe there’s something poetic about hiding in plain sight. Or maybe it’s weakness. Or maybe it’s strength to stay composed while the world crumbles and stirs around you. Maybe it’s survival. Maybe it’s faith. Maybe I’m not hiding at all! maybe I’m standing. “Though He slay me, yet will I trust Him.” Job 13:15

Hero

I have all these heroes in the faith..people who shine bright amidst the noise and impact the world with light. Tonight I wonder if I'm a "hero". Can I be one who shows a glimmer of light in darkness? Am I beacon to someone holding on, trying to breathe when the air seems thin? Is … Continue reading Hero

Brightness

You are me when the light dims. You are me when the light shines bright We are one. We are whole! Who knew?!? If tomorrow were another moment in the realm of eternity, would we notice the light? How bright can we shine NOW?!? If we aren't light, who are we? Reach for light!

Thunder

I was a human once. I lived, I breathed, I knew who I was. It was somewhere between where husband number one left me a puddle on the floor and husband number two decided I wasn't enough. Maybe I'm not. Maybe they're not. I'm not qualified to say. Tonight, I'm thinking I am beyond expectations … Continue reading Thunder