It is Holy Week; and many eloquent writers have penned beautiful prose concerning the beauty of what we remember this week. Here are my humble musings, what my heart is breathing as we approach Good Friday. Not only is this…
by Rae Lloyd I cried out for you when you took that pill perhaps just to self medicate and you didn’t really want to, but you couldn’t stop. I knew there was an inner healing for you, but you thought…
The Room of Grace is a safe place. It’s the place you go to take off all your masks and be yourself. As you walk through this door you know everyone accepts you even if you have visible sin and…
Her eyes search the crowd. She wonders at the way they follow casually, some eating chunks of bread, some laughing at a newly told joke, some gossiping about the man and his miracles like he is a million miles away…
She holds hope steady, most days, careful with every step. She keeps it close, far from eyes that would condescend, words that would weaken the flame of maybe… of some day. For she is the story heard too many times. …