


We Are Not Rocks. We Are Not Islands.
When I wrote the poem, That Rock, I was drawing upon the two verses that appear below. They both offer a great foundation (pun intended) for how to live in continual recognition that I am nothing without the mercies and grace of God. And a man shall be . . . as the...
Dear Santa, My Wish for 2015 is…
Dear Santa – I’ll admit. I am not always the best version of me. There are moments from the last year that I will honestly tell you I am ashamed of the way I behaved. I allowed my humanness to take over and let emotions control the words that came out of my...