S a i l i n g ... b y ... S t a r l i g h t

I become distracted, overfilling myself with the wrong foods, carrying the wrong burdens, instead of simply taking His yoke . Till I am b...

I'm trying to hide my wounds. Been trying. Truth doesn't always look pretty. Beauty, real beauty comes at a cost. The real kind of b...

Slowly, quietly I come. Along this path again. my feet tread, my heart trembles. Like a bird inside my chest. The weeds can look like flowe...

Please Visit with Ann today. This is a beautiful series. A way to seek Him, Hear His voice... And my own journaling here. .. over at Scrap...