(For part one, click here) (For part two, click here) Ally opened her eyes. The sun shone warm on her skin, the sand beneath her was her cradle. She lay very still, listening to the sound of the waves caressing the sand. The night had passed and the sky was once again a clear, brilliant …
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To read part one go here Ally spent hours going deeper and deeper into the ocean, trying to stop the ache in her heart. She learned how to dive under the strong waves and ride them back to the shore. She swam out over the reefs and explored the intricate lace of the coral, making …
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it's not that easy, coming out of hiding. let's be real. just ask the Lady of Shallot. the reason we retreat into a safe little hiding place inside is because the world doesn't feel like a safe place to be. we aren't stupid. we know that when we are vulnerable it will be used against …
I looked my 11 year old daughter in her big round, brown eyes. I had called her into the kitchen where I was cooking supper, because i suddenly realized I had said a horrible thing to her and I had to make it right. In those big, beautiful tender eyes I saw fear and dread. I had done that. I had put that dread and fear in her heart that came spilling out of her eyes. She stood there timidly, waiting to hear what I wanted to say and my heart broke a little inside my chest.
i am the older brother. i stayed behind when my little brother, turned idiot, took off. i am nothing if not loyal. i’m sure you’ve heard about him leaving, it was all anyone could talk about. when he left, he ripped a hole in the very fabric of our family. i hated him. i hated …
we get ourselves into trouble. everything gets clouded and starts to swirl. the waves on the ocean that looked like they would have made great surfing, suddenly are monsters trying to devour us with one gulp. when our hearts begin to rage and cry out we start grasping like a drowning man for whatever is …
editing today. i don't know why but my chest is tight and hurts... maybe it's the gigantic bag of M&M's i tore through. maybe i'm tired. i've been contending for perspective. God's perspective. but... it's hard when you feel all wonky. and i do feel wonky. i've been listening to Kristine Mueller and i've been …
so today we put in our window units... oh the glory of living in a building built in the 1800's. the glory of humidity and leaky roofing, hooray for april showers. a few years ago my man said to me something that i guess has become a bit of a motto in our home. he …
i've never been any good at small talk. i've always jumped in head first with people, and i found over the years that didn't always go over so well... in fact i found a consistency of people backing slowly away reaching for the door. this was of course after i had poured out my life …
so here i sit 12:07am Easter night, i think it's the first Easter sunday i haven't been to a church service in my life - yet, i feel more encouraged and full of Life than i do after most church services i attend... sadly enough. we went to pancake church at our friend's house. we …
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