My Life as Told by Scars
I was half bent over myself, tugging at the soles of my tightly-laced tennis shoes. The…
I was half bent over myself, tugging at the soles of my tightly-laced tennis shoes. The…
We sat beside each other in our self-made cocoons. Wrapped tightly in routine and habit, neither…
God of all peoples, We are a broken people with split tongues. From our mouths spout words…
Oh God, our God. How do we begin? Before we even part our lips, we draw…
I have had some exciting seasons of life. There have been times where I have worked…
Grace is a wonton commodity in our economy of checks and balances. It is a strange…