But I am of the eternal diaspora. One of many wandering children dwelling in tents in this vast wilderness. Home is a memory that I can’t remember. Rust and decay have eaten away at its core and corrupted its foundations.
Sonnets for Advent: Monday week 1
This poetry series is a combination of my personal exercise in writing meditative scripture poetry and the daily Advent readings from my home church. I hope it blesses you. #sonnetsforadvent
Sonnets for Advent: Sunday week 1
This year my home church is doing daily readings for Advent. I got pretty excited at the idea of a corporate reading exercise. This excitement dovetailed in my mind with my current exercises in scripture poetry. I thought I would try to turn our daily Advent readings into sonnets.
Christmas Card Blues
Christmas cards, like so many other things around the holidays, seem to have an etiquette all their own. I’ve never understood the whole, card for card thing. People are thrown into an absolute panic if they get a card from someone who they didn't send one too. You’d think they were wedding invitations and not... Continue Reading →
Stille Nacht: Silent Night
Vocals by me and guitar by my dear husband Timothy. "What if Christmas, he thought, doesn't come from a store. What if Christmas...perhaps...means a little bit more!" ~Dr. Seuss' How the Grinch Stole Christmas
Merry Christmas Little Angel
Merry Christmas Little Angel, Looking down from Heaven above. Mommy's arms are aching for you, Wishing she could show her love. I know you have a sweeter view, In a painless, perfect place. Half my heart is happy for you, Half just wants to touch your face. God please hold my baby for me, Give... Continue Reading →