• Scattered

      I’ve seen them in all shapes, sizes, and colors.  Blonde hair, brunette, blue eyes, green.  Tall, short, slender, chunky.  I’ve seen some of them hesitate and I’ve heard some of them spew.  I’ve watched their shaky hands wipe the tears before they drip off of their chin.  I’ve watched as others have pushed back the lump in their throat and pushed forward their thick skin.  And I smile a soft smile while I break for them on the inside.  Empathy isn’t really my thing.  But when I look at these, I see myself… Blue eyes, thick dirty blonde curls, and a girl trying to keep it all together.  I’m…

  • What are you waiting for?

    My mind weaves in and out of the ink in my Bible, sometimes it twirls around to land back in the same spot…again.  And I go there, wondering what in the world did that sound like?  What details would I see?  Was there the smell of fresh bread in the market place, or salt rolling in off the Dead Sea?  I have stood next to grown men with tears streaming down both our faces and felt ships break apart around me, perhaps that was in my heart.  I don’t want to read this Holy Writ from a distance, as if these were not real people, feeling raw emotions, touching tangible…