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

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}