I don’t have a lot to say. Just that this is my white space. My days are full crowded with noise and work. Recently it’s decisions and worry. But everything has to drop and I pick up the lens to rightly see little boys in golden light. Night falling and they are still full to...
I used to pound it out, all the fear. One shoe in front of another, running through the misty streets watching the angst steam away with my breath. Taking it all in, Yellowcard blasting in my ears, wind rushing, sun coming up, going down and and the sky always stretching on. I ran through every...
There are days where the world spins right, all painted with beauty. Days when the smiles and silly and growing things are enough.When the feel of your desk solid and the tea warm make your heart sigh gratitude. There are days I am content and worry takes a backseat to all His goodness poured out...
These are the glorious days and the best are yet to come Glorious all bathed in light and rolling in His love. New feet trod light the grass and find all there is to be delighted in. Ah, these days of roaming far and wide and cuddling close at home . . . they are...
There is chaos. There is mess. Toys strewn about the floor, days I don’t exit my pajamas. My patience is lost at least once a day, oh really many times more. There is noise. So. Much. Noise. And if I do my job well and if God sees fit, they will grow and leave. And...
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