Some say the petals fade, that they don’t mean much. But I see living praise in every fragile touch. Each stem has its own song, each petal, its own perfume. Each color tells a story… only Heaven could bloom. Nothing You make is wasted. Nothing You make is the same. Every flower has a purpose.… Continue reading Every Flower Has A Name
You’re wonderful, You’re merciful, You’re beautiful, You’re powerful… So powerful. You can perform miracles… and You do… all the time. Even when we cannot see, You are constantly working… never stopping. Always working… in mysterious ways. You continue guiding me, and molding me… along… with others. You guide us through this crazy life… this world… Continue reading From, Your Daughter.
One day when I was sitting outside… I noticed something… A single leaf, barely hanging on to the branch, of an oak tree. So small. So brittle. Brown, withered, Pieces of it broken and missing. Slowly dying…. but still hanging on, with all of its might. All by itself, Blowing softly in the wind, and… Continue reading Fall Into Him
Have you ever stopped and wondered, how stars are made? Not gently... but in explosions, in violent collisions... in elements tearing into each other again, and again... until something brilliant is born. A breaking at their very core... fusion... releasing light, strong enough, to reach us, from galaxies away. Stars are not made whole. They… Continue reading The Scars That Turned Into Stars
Tears fall, splattering onto the tips of the grass… morning dew, born from long-held sadness. Feelings pour down, like a heavy spring rain, like healing water… washing, softening, making room for something new. Emotions. Feelings. Hurt and pain. Frustration built too long, anger, resentment… all of it gathering, until it has nowhere left to go.… Continue reading Where Tears Become Gardens
Last night… was heavy. Not in silence, but in noise. Little voices, restless hearts, tiny hands needing me , all at once. Six lives, calling me “mom”, and I felt myself splitting in every direction. I love them, God, I do… But some days, love looks like exhaustion, and faith feels like trying… not to… Continue reading Help Me Overcome.
Rain falling softly on the windows, the faintest sound… almost too soft to hear. But even through the loudness around me, even through all of the unknown, I am reminded… You are still here. The rain is a reminder that when I am hurting, when I am in pain, that is when You are working… Continue reading Thank You For The Rain
I once had someone tell me they thought flowers were pointless and a waste, because after you pick them and place them in a vase, their beauty only lasts a short while before they just wither away and die. I love and enjoy flowers, so I disagree with that statement. When you think about it,… Continue reading God Chose You!
I look at the cinnamon roll pictured above, and I am reminded of life. The swirly shape reminds me of the journey of life itself. We start at the beginning, not knowing where we will end up, not knowing that at the end is the very center; the sweetest part of all. In order to… Continue reading The Sweetness of Living A Life With Christ
This Is My Story 