Even wasps have their keeper and their home Lord protect me and mine Every limb throbs with swelling potential Leave leave Leaves twist beneath his pronged grasp Clutching to draw the water droplets to himself Air around us pulsing the
Cranes in the Sky: A Visual Essay of Grieving to Heal
I have been grieving. As a woman of faith, I have been dissatisfied with many of the attitudes towards grief and grieving in my communities. I have had Romans 8:28 slathered on me by well-meaning peers who do not recognize
Flash Sketch #1 from my Collaboration Class
I’m currently two meetings into the class that I always dreamed would exist as a Media Arts and Worship student. We’re collaborating with fellow students, stepping into the shared space between Theology and Art, and we’re actually producing artwork.