When I started walking by the water I wasn’t thinking of Your ways. But it’s the clearest I’ve seen You. When I’m running it doesn’t feel like There’s a reason to run away. It feels like I’m seeking You. There’s always something on the horizon And it is something You have made. I pray to … Continue reading Sea Breeze / Poem
Today, when I want to keep asking Him why, He says, remember when you first loved me. Remember when you had nothing but open hands, Remember when you sought me. Today, when I want to keep asking Him why, He says, remember the times you called me King. Remember when you had nothing but surrender, … Continue reading Remember / Poem
With eyes closed and open hands, I fall at Jesus' feet. To surrender my will to the Lord, And accept the bittersweet. With an angel I wrestle, When earthly treasures I seek. But I cannot forsake my first love, I let my tears wash His feet. Suffering is not for nothing, He drank the bitter … Continue reading The Wrestle / Poem
1. the periphery glistens light catches eyes in the rearview mirror the glimmer seems sweeter than the cup handed from the One who knows better 2. the future is a lizard skin something to shed unless it holds answers wanting a promise from the One who holds the future in His hands 3. the child … Continue reading sweeter / poem
This past week, I have intentionally chosen silence over noise. To be alone with God instead of filling every pause with something to watch or something to listen to. I have been convicted to fast from watching tv, at least during the week. I’m not sure how long I will do this for, but I’m … Continue reading On Fasting and Finding Silence
I asked God to search me, To reveal the state of my soul. What I saw inside made me want to run, But God kept me close. He showed me two colours; The outer shell being deep blue. This layer was how much I loved Jesus Christ; It was me, renewed. The centre was bright … Continue reading Sanctified / Poem
I want to do the difficult things. The things that pull me somewhere my nature does not necessarily want to go. It is easier to not spend my time well. It is easier to do the bare minimum and spend time on something that has a quicker turnaround of achievement or productivity, instead of say, … Continue reading Turn On the Tap
Changes (written by Sarah Bennett) Spring has found it’s way back. My hair is getting long again and I no longer see you at a funeral when I close my eyes. Someone nearby has the radio turned up and I find myself not minding. I used to mind. I used to miss you. There is … Continue reading Changes / Poem
Ribbons (written by Sarah Bennett) My life is made of ribbons, Some I try to forget. I see ones white as snow, Others that are red. Those I have offered up to God, Bring me the peace of the Lord. The ones I have yet to surrender, Weigh heavily on my soul. I turn my … Continue reading Ribbons / Poem
In my early twenties, I had a corkboard of writing prompts. Next to it I kept rows of sticky notes that outlined my novel, allowing me to rearrange the plot while I was editing if something didn’t fit where it was. I don’t have particularly strong memories of the bedroom I had from eleven to … Continue reading Writing and Growing Older
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