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
Written on a Sunday after a sermon describing a very hard year, but exhorting the congregation to gratitude without leaving room for grief. Sung to the tune of “For the Beauty of the Earth.” Of my wretched lowliness I need never
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.
You who seek God Let your hearts revive For He is faithful to come around His children with two arms To hold them in their distress You who seek God Let your hearts revive Though none are
You heard me. Because I’m such a big story teller, somewhere down the line I bought the lie that I’m a fiction-only kinda girl. Behold the rebuke: Fraseology I started this site because I wanted a space to talk about an