Monday, November 9, 2015. Ryan held my hand as we drove home as fast as we could, both of us crying intermittently. We moved in slow motion across the dark road into the circle of lights from the police cars and the cars of the kind strangers who had stopped and stayed until we arrived. They shone on him as he lay beside the road, my beautiful Alex. And now he is gone.

Some folks call her handicapped, we call her our Wildflower Child. On Rushing Spring and Healing. Feeling can be hard for me.

Wednesday, February 13, 2013. 870th post and a decision. Well, here it is my 870th post and I decided to start a new blog. That way I can keep this one up and still be able to go back and print it out. See you over there! Thursday, December 13, 2012. Thursday, November 1, 2012. Wednesday, October 31, 2012. Tuesday, October 30, 2012. Thank you, Grammy! Monday, October 29, 2012.

Poetry is sane because it floats easily in an infinite sea;. Reason seeks to cross the infinite sea, and so make it finite. To accept everything is an exercise, to understand everything a strain. The poet desires only exaltation and expansion, a world to stretch himself in. The poet only asks to get his head into the heavens.

Thursday, June 18, 2015. For a few months now, my sister Kelly and I have been praying and thinking deep thoughts about our future.

A canvas for wonderings, thinkings, and discoveries. And we have a winner! August 4, 2016. I have loved reading the comments for this giveaway. The wonderful thing about God is not only does He customize our bag, but also the stones we need to equip us to live vibrantly for Him. But we do have a winner, chosen randomly by a number generator, and that winner is Krista! July 27, 2016.