Welcome to the Dust Blog Tour Stop #20! If you’re just joining us from my Instagram, this is the LAST DAY you can collect clues! Head back to Coralie’s Dust Blog Tour Kickoff to get started and collect all the clues. Kara is MAILING amazing treasure to everyone who completes the hunt, and the first… Read More Dust Blog Tour Stop #20 Interview with Kara Swanson
Fellow wanderers, This poem was written after attending a socially distanced funeral for a church member who died from COVID-19. I know the pandemic has affected us all in different ways. It’s been rather close to me, nearly taking both my aunt and great uncle. There was something about this Spring that I needed to… Read More A Moment In May (A Pandemic Poem)
“As it is written, “Jacob I loved, but Esau I hated.” Romans 9:13 He loved Jacob, that wild boy with a heart rather struggling than obedient. But Esau God hated. What was it about Jacob? What was it about Esau? Was it them at all? Which of the two led a life easy and free from… Read More Jacob Have I Loved: Suffering and the Love of God
I’ve lived nowhere for almost one year. At least, that’s what it felt like during the worst moments. We went from a beautiful country home to living in a camper and wintering in a friend’s home, then back to camper living April-today. Yet, truly, I was content even in the worst moments. It was a… Read More 5 Things I Learned About Surrender From Losing My Home
The best is yet to come. These words have stayed with me throughout my life, ringing in my ears whenever I think about suffering, especially long suffering. I’ve never really liked the verse about “light momentary affliction.” It seemed like Paul was making fun of our trials, saying that they weren’t really all that bad.… Read More Enduring Long Suffering (In Light Of Eternity)
I am so excited to present the last of four Letters Of Hope. Each Letter is a dose of encouragement from someone who has struggled before. Cara Alexandra uses her experience with the horrors of dementia to remind us we won’t be left behind forever. To the one left behind, I recognise how hard this… Read More To The One Left Behind
I like to say that poetry doesn’t give us answers. Rather, for every question it does answer, it asks five more.… Read More Unanswered Questions (Poem)
Often to a friend in the midst of a trial, I will pray that they won’t forget the hope in Heaven. I’m asking for more than the world’s version-the simple hope that the blue sky lives behind the grey, that there will be sunshine after a rain, that color will light up the blackness.… Read More What Is The Hope In Heaven?
If you dread Sunday mornings and the sound of happy people singing, hear me: You need worship. It is the only way to get out of yourself and your depression.… Read More Worship Through The Pain
Crimson isn’t always so red Sometimes It isn’t Blazing at all. That flame of life as Vibrancy fades Is preceded by far less Brilliant Green which Holds real growth and life. Leaves Burst into Fluttering reflections The warm sun and the blue sky Join in This their Child: the lifegiver. Which somehow as it dies… Read More Crimson’s Protest (Poem)