we woke up early and headed out to conkle’s hollow. my three hikers. one of them barely up to my waist. we didn’t know what we were in for or what we’d need for the time. we didn’t know what we’d see. i fill up the swimming pool in the backyard. it’s too hot and
Categorypatience
faith without works is sometimes okay
when we moved into detroit i thought maybe things would let up. i thought there would be a breather after hearing and listening and going. but instead i keep eyes peeled and i examine every option wondering what god is up to. wondering what to do next. just be a family. just reach out to
light spills from our pockets
we’re living in answered prayer. i unpack boxes into space to breathe, into space large enough to house all five of these souls that a good god has decided is our family. i see my husband talk to me beneath a fifteen foot ceiling and i think, yes, we are finally in a space big