He Sees Our Tears

He Sees Our Tears

I thought I’d cried all the tears I had, but more kept coming. These were different tears–ones that came from a place that had never been pricked. Watching the glare of the sun lay across the hardwood floors in my den, I stood beside the bookcase holding...
Age, Shadows, and Hope

Age, Shadows, and Hope

These past few months have been crazy and I’ve been busy trying to get a lot of projects completed. But today, as I sat on a deck over looking the beautiful marshes of the SC low country, I felt myself unwinding. I thought I needed a vacation to get away  . . ....