door of Hope
Valley of Achor desert of trouble buried in rubble pull me out pull me up away from the wild well watered away from the war well waged away from the wind protected and planted stable and strong no longer lost tossed blown or thrown rooted and ready secure and steady...
the dream door
the dream door opened quickly something new to explore the heart soared even in sorrow sadness so deep one could know one could find joy to seep through the mind the pain, the fear and then it...
The Bridge Called Community, part two
The next morning you suddenly said to a circle of people at church, “Hey guys, this is my friend, Laura. She has a disability, in case you didn’t know it and you can ask her any questions. She is happy to answer them and likes being the spokesperson for...