In this season of writing little and living lots, I realize that I've changed. Perhaps more than I even fully appreciate yet. But haven't we all? When I first began blogging, I was fresh out of college at the mature age of 20 and immersed in my first teaching job. I. HAD. NO. CLUE. WHAT.... Continue Reading →
Framed by words
To be perfectly honest, I am not always honest. With myself. With others. With God. This morning, though, I will try to be transparent. Try to let the dirty and the lovely shine through the same window pane. I am, after all, a mosaic of God's making. I am here in Texas for the next... Continue Reading →
As fitting now as it was then
After filling several pages of my prayer journal this morning, I decided to go back and peruse my Facebook account from several years ago during a time of family tragedy, seeking a glimpse of the pain of then and the progress of now. In all honesty, I was amazed by the facade I so perfectly portrayed. As... Continue Reading →