Only their small portion of it. Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email. All out sprint for Christ. Citizen of a Country Without Borders.

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.

I am a seeker of Jesus Christ. I love Him, but not to the depths that He loves me and I long to know those depths and experience the passion of His love to the fullest. Right now I am on a journey, as we all are, of seeking and discovering more of God, and spreading the love He gives us to those all around us. The beauty of early morning cirrus wisps. Splashed with color over ever-lightening sky. Stirred with rays of the morning sun, rising, rising, rising.