my musings

It had been a few months since I had sat in my church. Those months had been full of waiting on God, pursuing Him, and listening to Him. I knew where He was leading me next would require dying...

She sits beside me, in the passenger seat of the car, and I’m forced to reminisce. A little more than a year ago...

It’s been two and a half years since I left my adoptive country to return to my birth country. You’d think that by now I’d feel at home in my birth country...

dedicated to Savanah, daughter of my heart...

this way of living has enlarged my heart, and I am much richer for it…