Finally

  Finally   A road gravel Gray, brown, quiet Leading back to home Dust stirred up by walking   I waited for words to be spoken Maybe the leaves would whisper Or I’d hear through the crunch of gravel I thought, at times, it echoed in the trees, When I...

Come to Me and I Will Give You Rest

I was in a conversation recently with someone who was overwhelmed with some major difficulties in her life. She said she didn’t want to hear anyone tell her that God won’t give her more than she can handle, because she already had more than she could...