Story - fiction {grey}paresis 8 Apr 20208 Mar 2020 She sat on her front doorstep. She was getting donkey stone on her skirt but she didn't care. She was watching; watching the other kids in the street. They were…
Journal Entry root deepen 2 27 Feb 202028 Feb 2020 A long time ago I returned to church, to Jesus, to God. I was embraced by the truly perfect Father and hugged, much like the prodigal son who returns to…
Poetic meeting love 15 Jan 2020 In the quiet. In the quiet I hear your voice That still Small voice That speaks of love. In the quiet In the quiet I praise Your name Precious Father…
