To Grieve with Orlando | A Prayer
We are a people of lost lament. Pain rips at our chests, loss punctures our hearts. These…
We are a people of lost lament. Pain rips at our chests, loss punctures our hearts. These…
This is a guest post by Jenna Lanoue: I have always been a strange blend of a…
I have been spinning as of late. I have ministry commitments coming out of my ears, I…
We live in an age of countless choices; brands to buy, vendors to use, meals to order….
Ever since my 2 year old fingers wrapped around a crayon or were submerged in finger paint, I’ve always been drawn to anything creative. My heart would skip a beat walking into an art store, surrounded by any and every medium to express my love for color and creating.
You behind. You before. You all around and on every side and in every crevice. We’re swimming…