Writer. Photographer. Child of God
She heard him moving around the room, but didn’t know what malevolence he planned until cold wet drops began to steadily drip onto her feet. She clawed the covers off herself and put her face in his. “What do you want from me?”
In the space between this, dead and still, I am aware of time and breath and the scent of the sweetened coffee in my hands which I will never drink.
"Amy watched the faint flames twinkle in the stones of her wedding rings until, one by one, each wasted tea light sighed their deaths in tiny puffs of smoke."
There were pancakes everywhere. The whole house was covered with them. There was no rhythm or logic to their placement, no obvious tale they were meant to tell. Yet it was clear that they were the key. The issue of the issue.
Based on Isaiah 2:1-5
Based on Matthew 4:14-16
Based on Luke 2:8-20
Based on Matthew 1:18-25
Based on Zephaniah 3:14-17 Sing aloud for joy, O Zion! Shout!O Israel rejoice will all your heart.Though you have fallen and rebelliouslyrailed against the LORD your God, He hasnot left you helpless in your sin but hastaken from you all the charges laid atyour door. All your enemies are vanquished.The True King of Kings now... Continue Reading →
Based on Luke 3:1-6
Rachel Svendsen 