I walked outside and the skies looked like a picture of my spirit. The blue skies were being swallowed up by incoming gray clouds at an alarming rate. Letting out a sigh I walked…
-
-
It is my favorite time of the day. Magic hour is when the seemingly ordinary morphs into the extraordinary. That tree, that tuft of grass, that fence line, were all seemingly inconsequential just moments…
-
This child. How could you not adore her? This is not the first time Emily Grace has been on my blog. She is a star. You can find her here as a baby in a…
-
I am grateful to worship a mysterious God. I cannot box him up neatly or know what he is going to do next, or even why. He has no equal. He is God…
-
How I love you, winter tree. Your elegant limbs, now uncovered and exposed, stretch and curl into the sky with effortless grace. I can fully see you now. The cheerful clapping of summer is…
-
Today was a wonderful day. Yesterday’s grief turned to utter joy today. This country mouse decided to visit the city. I am not great at navigating the busy streets of Atlanta, but today I…
-
“You’re amazing,” I told her in no uncertain terms. This friend who is sensitive and beautiful, gifted and gleaming, considered my words carefully. Our once-steaming mugs of cafe au lait were lukewarm after an…
-
This is how I picture us, me and you. Weathered, ready for the storm, and always connected. How deeply I love you. The years have not taken anything from us. Our love is deeper,…