Old Van

Old Van

Old white van parked on the roadside, mud speckled in snow. Marble streaks and tire tracks from window frame could be a photograph. Consider miles traveled through rain and ice, her engine puttering sparks of life as shiny sedans and semi road hogs blast their horns. Though scraped and scuffed she rebounds back. Here she [...]

First To Final Breath

In the beginning God created. Formless and empty darkness covered the deep place of her soul. The Spirit of God was hovering, protecting, participating in the creative work. God spoke into her light. He knew Light was Good. He separated light from darkness for her to discover, offering a vast canopy over her head, high [...]