Jesus makes the flowers grow. Jesus makes the flowers grow. Jesus makes the flowers grow. Jesus makes the flowers grow.
the past few days, words have come to me in small, short verses—three-line poems. it’s all a bit jumbled, my brain, my words, me. but I am always glad when the jumbled thoughts fall together, neatly, in my mind. it’s grace to me. these are my thoughts lately. /I shall seeeven in the dead of…
I gave up dancing for running. I like to run but I think about dancing every day. I probably like running more than I ever did dancing. It’s the only place I don’t think too much;I wish I could dance the way I can run I wish I’d sing the way I runI wish I’d…
a weird comfort is an old friend from elementary school walking by my housemaybe I am not the only one still in the very place I grew up not yet knowing where I am going not yet on to the next big thingmaybe just like for me the breeze and the sun are enough comfort…
