I realize, sometimes the only thing that stands between moving from trickles of beauty within, to an overflowing ocean, is to forget and forgive what's behind. The way others treat me should not determine my treatment of them. Instead, I only hope to treat those in my life as I would treat the Lord Himself--with [...]


Thirsty shores quenched by laughing, lapping waves. Sky wrinkled from a long night's work. Clouds, like cloaks, reveal pockets full of mystery. Against the somber waters, wings of hope appear and my eyes can see that nature, my close companion, understands the heart.