I have known the desperate song of Hannah within my bones. A supplication for a womb, to be filled. To be remembered, if only once, by the One Who calls the barren to life. And every day, within your eyes, I see that I was always seen. And you, were always there. Waiting for just... Continue Reading →
Here, in this field of peace I hear You. Singing a love song over all my fears. I have never known want, because You. Are. Enough. And, when darkness falls fiercely across my faith and all I can give is this heart, unreconciled to hope. Still. You. Hold me. Wrapped, in grace, I am. What... Continue Reading →
I stand, hands overflowing with ashes and not much else, but I am praying life into your dry bones. This mustard seed song is heaven’s work. — Supplication. My heart, tonight, as I stand before the One who breathes life into dry bones, believing for the healing of someone whom I love very much.