She was born with a collection of stones. As she grew, she came to understand these stones represented who she was created to be. They were all unique, some rough, some smooth, some shiny, some dull. But each one, she treasured with her whole heart. She held them close to her. They were her most... Continue Reading →
Too afraid to make a mark I write my words in pencil That way, when I get it wrong, I can quickly erase My manuscript, my life Full of empty pages I never dare pick up a pen Too afraid I’ll choose the wrong words And wind up on the wrong path Instead, I follow... Continue Reading →
Bubbles form inside my heart. Some are solid, some are hollow. Some are big, some are small. Some are heavy, some are light. Each day, they grow stronger. Bouncing from side to side. Never resting, never popping. Making their presence known as they drift throughout my heart. They threaten to break free, but they are... Continue Reading →
Beauty in the Brokenness 