Autumn has turned its leaves into wine. Aged with wooden vines, flavored with cedar and pine. Morning dew beads the autumn vines, where buried roots drink and intertwine. Pine needles fall where old tree branches, rot. Cold mornings smell of earthworms and wet rocks. Though the creek is shallow, she’s still holding her breath. The moths grow weak and weary searching for death. The cold beckons seclusion, year after year, as I draw inward, God warms up my tears. Words, like ri

Though I walk on new ground, new paths, new land, This feels familiar but freshly aligned with where I am supposed to stand. I...

This is a poem about the waiting, and how it longs often impatiently.

There are days that I’m good at letting You know how trusting in You I am. Some days I feel You so close that my heart burns as You talk...

My prayers like glitter cascade through my mind. Effervescent lilac-vanilla skies. The pink sunrise mutes the blue night’s goodbye....

This is a secret place prayer.

A poem about a moment in prayer meeting God's beautiful presence. Amen.

There are all types of moms in this world. Ones who don’t get flowers, ones who don’t want to celebrate the day. Let us be gentle on all...

The best is yet to be. While kind, it is full of hope. Faith is a substance that fuels it, Though trials sometimes seem like a rope....

I will stand, knowing I am the daughter of the most high King.

Once stoney and covered by fallen boulders, Allowing rubble to be steppingstones to You. Deplete false hope that is not vested in Your...

Adam and Eve started our story, Though first to live, they were also first to sin.

Fear not, said the Lord, as He whispered to me. I will not fear the challenges that approach me. For He is my Redeemer, Provider of every...

Waters rock and toss the boat, Lightning cracks the silent sky to speak. Though the world seems led by the brave, A promise says it is...

And you stay when my thoughts spill like vomit on the ground, when my tears get heavy and fog the room all around. When I damage my...

Forgive yourself for mistakes that make you perfect, Allow your flaws of blemish to become sparkles of unique.

Walk on the whisper that confirmed His presence, God reveals Himself in ways that only you can know.

While we continue to set an aggressive pace, Needing always for tomorrow to be. Hussle and bustle on by the small things, Starting at...

This is a poetic memory of myself. enhanced for poetic reference.

Though only You and shadows see the tears that form, Impressions of dampness may leave its trace. I rejoice for Your presence within my...