I am His

Grief has a way of transforming us. For me at times I felt like the fun-loving, bubbly, happy-go-lucky girl I used to be was just buried deep under grief, she was still there just underneath some pain. There are moments when I felt like I was only defined by brokenness; that my identity was “broken.” I prayed and sought Christ …

A Wake Up Call

I dreamed of you last night. Everything was familiar about you, you were in good health, good humor and so strikingly handsome. Everything was attractive about you, just like I remember. Then in my dream you started withering before my eyes, you were sick and we knew it wouldn’t be long till you would be in eternity. I sat by …