Yogurt Smeared Emotions
The day began in a chaotic symphony of noise. One wanted their bread toasted. The other did not want their bread toasted. “It's just bread”, I try to argue as yogurt is smeared across the counter by curious little hands. There is no underwear left in the drawer apparently, and – of course- we are running late.
Subjects of Heaven
The end of the school year has passed. As I picked up my daughter from her class on her last day, her teacher was handing out the final report cards. Within the smudged white envelope were letters that determined my daughter's high's and low's of her last term...
Change The World
I took my weary body and knelt upon the floor, the carpet beneath me leaving its imprint upon my flesh. And I poured out my heart. I asked for His strength...and forgiveness for my wayward ways...
Garbage Day
Bits and pieces cluttered the small pretty white desk in my eldest daughters room. Coloured pencils and markers had made their way out of their shiny glass cages and now laid in messy piles whispering tales of masterpieces once created...
To Covet Or Not To Covet
Her hair, silky and shiny, slid across her face. She looked so pretty in the soft glow of the lamp that illuminated the room. Her eyes stared into mine with a flare of defiance, her pout revealing the condition of her heart...
The Long Winters Slumber
The winds were picking up their pace screeching in panicked outbursts. I could hear the howling as it faded in and out over the rooftop, and the room felt slightly colder than normal. As I turned my body over to pull the covers up a few inches higher, my toes graced a cold pocket of the bed and my foot recoiled as if offended by the sharp sting...
Yogurt Smeared Emotions
The day began in a chaotic symphony of noise. One wanted their bread toasted. The other did not want their bread toasted. “It's just bread”, I try to argue as yogurt is smeared across the counter by curious little hands. There is no underwear left in the drawer apparently, and – of course- we are running late.
Subjects of Heaven
The end of the school year has passed. As I picked up my daughter from her class on her last day, her teacher was handing out the final report cards. Within the smudged white envelope were letters that determined my daughter's high's and low's of her last term...
Change The World
I took my weary body and knelt upon the floor, the carpet beneath me leaving its imprint upon my flesh. And I poured out my heart. I asked for His strength...and forgiveness for my wayward ways...
Garbage Day
Bits and pieces cluttered the small pretty white desk in my eldest daughters room. Coloured pencils and markers had made their way out of their shiny glass cages and now laid in messy piles whispering tales of masterpieces once created...
To Covet Or Not To Covet
Her hair, silky and shiny, slid across her face. She looked so pretty in the soft glow of the lamp that illuminated the room. Her eyes stared into mine with a flare of defiance, her pout revealing the condition of her heart...
The Long Winters Slumber
The winds were picking up their pace screeching in panicked outbursts. I could hear the howling as it faded in and out over the rooftop, and the room felt slightly colder than normal. As I turned my body over to pull the covers up a few inches higher, my toes graced a cold pocket of the bed and my foot recoiled as if offended by the sharp sting...
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