Reading Time: 3 minutes My first job at eleven years old was manning a massive industrial lawnmower and cutting the huge lawn for …
Reading Time: 3 minutes We were all amazed you hacked heaven out of a patch of dirt between a parking lot filled with second-hand cars and the apartment building you managed filled with second-hand people. You loved both the roses and the people nearly equally. I don’t know if you know, that rose garden is still there, seventeen years after you last fertilized it. Thank you, Mom. You reflected a beautiful but hardscrabble God to us in that rose garden and in your very life! I love you.
Reading Time: 5 minutes You and I suffer the same snake bite. We question the worth spoken into us by our Creator. By doubting our original design from God, we lost touch with God as Creator. We search for validation in ill-written dictionaries, which cry: find your worth in your accomplishments, your bathroom mirror, your bank account, your philosophy, your social media likes.
Reading Time: 3 minutes When staring into the beautiful, boundless stars, wonder rises in me and becomes entangled with a shivering insecurity.