I wanted to stay, to affect change, to help heal the wounds I saw bleeding out all around me. I wanted to be part of the people of God, even with all our flaws. I wanted to remain, stay rooted, belong. There are those who have yet to leave.

The stuff I write about. Take a moment to peruse a few of the topics that I tackle.

We are surrounded by grace as much as air. Breathe them both deeply, in and out. Friday, August 14, 2015. August 14, 1982 First Presbyterian Church, Marianna, FL. Math that cannot be diminished. Is rooted in abundance;. Givers are the only ones who grow. My lover is magnet to my steel,. Not because she is a specific shape or size,. But because we are attuned. To one another on spiritual,. Mental, and physical levels. In reflection of the divine gift.

The true walk of faith is the life of a vagabond. Just some popcorn thoughts this afternoon.

The musings of an introvert adventurer who loves and thinks and laughs quite loud. It has been a week. The girl who never gets sick has been plagued by attacks to the gut far too often in the last several months.

What would happen if one woman told the truth about her life? The world would split open.

Put on your new nature, and be renewed as you learn to know your Creator and become like him. The law should be lonely! It faded from.