So there's this thing about life... We all have a story and that story defines us, empowers us, or derails us. What will your story be? Will you tell it openly or live in fear of what repercussions it may bring? I, too long, lived in fear of my story. My story, even the worst … Continue reading This is my story
beauty
Lightning
PHOTOGRAPH BY LIONEL BROWN, GETTY IMAGES You're like lightning. You come in flashes that light the whole world with beauty. With each strike, you rejuvenate and enrich the soil. You bring with you hope and the promise of rain. But in the end, I know you'll hurt me if i get too close.
Dust Buster
"Awake and sing, you who dwell in dust" Isaiah 26:19
Masterpiece
There's a canvas where purpose meets potential and I find myself painting there. Blank before me the beginning of yet another chapter...one I didn't ask for. I sit on the edge of now, waiting, breathing in, breathing out, feeling the quiet as substance filling the caverns of fear. I take in my hand and my … Continue reading Masterpiece
To be a Real Woman
This morning began like any other. I guzzled some coffee, did my mom thing, got a quick workout in, did laundry. At some point when the dust had settled, I sat down for a dose of social media while the Today Show played in the background. There was a post (which I will not link … Continue reading To be a Real Woman
The Edge of the World
In my own little world I become numb The small of my back resting in a small little chair In my small little house on a small little street In a small little town Where the green grass grows all around, all around... The days go by one by one like a blur and I … Continue reading The Edge of the World
My Own Private Jungle
It's been a whirlwind of a week. School's back in session. The big kids started last Monday while the littlest guy comes to work everyday with me. I've been back at work for several weeks now since having the baby. Honestly, I didn't really take a maternity leave at all. I stayed away from the … Continue reading My Own Private Jungle
Random Beauty – Grace
We've had a lot of rain over the past month here in Southwest Florida. The ground is saturated and consequently when more rain comes, we flood. The odd thing is that most of our street is high and dry, but our yard is a swamp. It's inconvenient in a lot of ways. We can't mow … Continue reading Random Beauty – Grace
Behind the Broken Glass
I’m standing in a room alone. It’s dark, foggy, shadowy and gray. Before me, a mirror stands singularly. It’s the centerpiece of the room. It’s as if my presence there is more triviality than importance. Everything revolves around this monument of reflective glass. It haunts me. Though it has no voice, I can almost hear … Continue reading Behind the Broken Glass
Adoration
I'm sitting in a quiet room, baby in my arms. Soft and warm, nuzzled tightly to my chest breathing in. Tiny sighs and squeaks eek out occasionally as lips move to reflexive smile or the impulse to nurse though his mouth is empty. He sleeps and I adore him. My husband lies across the room still, … Continue reading Adoration
