I’m guilty of it. Looking for the next thing to do when I haven’t been asked to do anything. I’m looking for purpose in the doing. When really, my purpose is in being — being a child of God, adopted through Christ’s work on the cross on my behalf, brought to Him to love, honor,…
Poem About Depression: More Than This
It’s hard to see past the horizon. When everything is blurry. When you can only see an inch in front of you and it doesn’t look good. It’s hard. And hope seems like a fairy tale word. But, dear one, a candle casts light an inch in diameter. And sometimes that’s all we need. Today….
Poem about Hope: Renewal
The fall season, with leaves that brown, and days that turn more quickly into night, can feel like gloom settling in. But what if the falling of the leaves and the bare left in the place of fullness, is really a shift from one phase of growth to the next? The tree grows taller, and…
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