Category: the basket of random posts filled with beauty
a big basket of posts that don’t seem to fit in anywhere, but that are still full of beauty
author | poet | thread artist
I am a storyteller and a poet.
I use words and thread, pencil and needle, paper and fabric.
my work is an ongoing conversation with myself.
a big basket of posts that don’t seem to fit in anywhere, but that are still full of beauty
Hope for the bruised one who worships on the fringes of faith. Afraid to come closer. Afraid of coming empty-handed and broken-hearted. You are seen. You are loved. Even though your head is bowed low and you are running on empty. God sees you. You are enough, for Him. A bruised reed He will not…