The farther I fall the more I grow. I look like lace, but inside I'm dirt. I'm soft as a feather, yet colder than stone. I'm seen more in multitude than alone. And just in case it's not obvious enough. The answer is a compound word.
They never tell you when you move four and half hours away from home, cross an international border, and exchange the name "teacher" for the name "student" that you will face an identity crisis so piercing that it leaves you feeling empty. In the process of developing one's self, you loose pieces, find other long-lost … Continue reading Framed
I know that we all have days of darkness, days when faithfulness is all you can muster. When you know God loves you but can't feel it. When you know what needs to be done, but there is no happiness in the doing. I have recently come out of such a season. Herein lies the … Continue reading The Offer