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
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
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
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
Each and every person in this world is like a book. We are all unique with different personality types. Think about it, we all have our own story, our own journey of how we have gotten to where we are today. Our lives are a series of chapters with different titles, different events and experiences.… Continue reading God’s Not Finished With You Yet!
This Is My Story 