I have nothing but your generosity to put my hope in. Nothing. For I stand at Your door holding broken scraps…and yet you open. Save me from this storm. I am the most helpless of all your slaves. And I’m lost. Wandering in the middle of a forest trying to... Read More
I have this problem. Anyone who’s been in my company has probably noticed it. And anyone who knows me can attest to it. A scab cannot exist without me picking it. If there is a scab of any sort, it *must* be picked. And I can’t rest until it is!... Read More
There’s a strange sadness today. It’s not the kind that leaves you empty or lonely, or even wanting. It’s the still kind. The kind that comes from a certain level of understanding, even acceptance. I looked at this photo today, and every time I did, I found tears fill my... Read More
