she talks to angels

He shared stories of death and the beauty that can come as the last tendrils of life fade out into the skies of loss…

good and safe

I see the thin, glowing line of this season of our lives stretching out. I see a season of so many exciting firsts, and the ache of lasts…

jesus take the… passenger seat

“Are you, by any chance, a psycho axe murderer who is attempting to abduct strangers into your vehicle/who is planning to slice my throat while I drive you to the next mutually-agreeable location?”

every little thing

i don’t care who you are—when Bob Marley starts telling you not to worry, you just kind of don’t.

enough (i’ve had it)

One recent Sunday, I ran into a couple that I haven’t seen in a while. Things have been a bit strained, somewhat awkward whenever I have seen them, though at one time, we were quite cheerfully connected. Not close, not …

how to save a life

Here is what your signs, your piercing eyes, your shouting at me “Don’t turn your head from this child!” has done: You have ripped scabs off of wounds in my heart that have taken almost twenty years to heal. You have shaken me to the core of a sorrow that you clearly do not understand—if you did, you would not be parading along the street in your cloak of self-appointed righteousness.

prodigal

When you are girl who has it etched deep in her heart that she is worth less than a penny, and when life has trampled you too many times to count, you start to live life a little recklessly. You want what everyone else has—the clean. The respectable. The decent.

money for nothin’

i really dig the idea of Heaven. i think it will be the epitome of everything i want to have here on earth. Everybody will get over themselves and they will be all about living with one another and not …

all is well

In all of my days, and in all the days to come, the only thing that remains the same, the only truth I can cling to and bank on is the fact that every last thing that comes my way has been permitted by my Father in heaven.

spaztacular

What’s amazing to me, as I sit here with the scent of spring winding through my window, all manner of writing and artwork around me, the sound of the Quinte Symphony wrapping my day in wonder, is that not only did God create me to do all the great things he has for me to do, but also, he created me to create.