How to Hear God’s Voice

I hung up the phone and promptly fell into a heap, sobbing uncontrollably. Unable to catch my breath, my mind raced from one tragic event to the next, spiraling deeper into despair with each scene my memory recalled. Pinned down, dark eyes, unheard cries. Cold bathroom floor, double blue lines. Forever traumatized. Escape is what … Continue reading How to Hear God’s Voice

Books; My Guilty Pleasure

I love books. I really do. I love everything about them from the feel of their nearly smooth, weightless pages that beckon for my fingers to purposefully glide across them; to the rustling coo they make with each turn.  I read intentionally and yet, ever so slowly, lingering maybe longer than necessary at intersections of … Continue reading Books; My Guilty Pleasure