on the seventh day…
By the seventh day God had finished the work he had been doing; on the seventh day he rested from all his work. –Genesis 2:2 On the seventh day God rested. On the seventh day I do anything but rest. Why are you up before the sun is up? Are you getting up yet?...
inspiration…
O Muses, O high genius, aid me now! O memory that engraved the things I saw, Here shall your worth be manifest to all! —Dante Alighieri, The Inferno The muses were beckoned by early Greeks to aid authors with prose, poem, or play in creating beauty; works of...
thank full…
Sometimes Matt stifles a laugh when I pray. I’m sure I sound like a kid stumbling through an oration of appreciation, but there’s actually reasons why I list why I’m thankful. I never want to forget. I never want to take advantage of the little...
in competition…
I’m in competition with a girl. I know, I know, I really have issues. But at least I own it—and want to change. Kinda. Ryen Blake and I have so much in common it’s painful. If I wasn’t so jealous of her, I could probably admit I loved her and...
I’m a writer and teacher in love with two men: Jesus and my husband, Matt. [You might not find this funny, but I laugh at myself, so it all balances out.]
