While the world often wants us to confirm an ideology of self, God teaches a reliance of Him. Our own strength, wisdom that we have, or even intelligence that we try to rely on - all of this seems small when compared to the creativeness of our Creator.

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