Grandpa

  Jesus, You restore my soul. It is well with my soul, only because of You. This past Wednesday, my grandpa went home to be with Jesus. It is surreal to think that never again will we see his twinkly eyes and ever-present smile. Never again will he give those hard, tight hugs that squeezed … Continue reading Grandpa

Nearing the End of This Race

Reaching. Stretching. Straining. Dreaming. Dancing. Running. That last flat line before rounding the final curve. End pressing in. Time falling faster. Breath coming harder. Track disappearing beneath moving feet. Blurred motion. Blowing hair. Do more. Be more. Give more. It’s the almost-but-not-quite. The here-but-not-yet. Holding and letting go. Close enough to touch and taste. Almost … Continue reading Nearing the End of This Race

Autumn {or the weight of glory in a thousand scattered beams}

Arms on the windowsill. Night sounds being funneled through the screen like cream through a cheesecloth. A full moon that looks more like an almost-ripe pumpkin than the golden orb it actually is. Tears falling from eyes. Cicadas singing a thousand variations of the same lullaby. Leaves silently releasing their hold on branches that have … Continue reading Autumn {or the weight of glory in a thousand scattered beams}