One life. Tandem journeys. God breathed.
He usually scratches at the door to come in around midnight. This time, he didn't. After much searching and calling to him in the morning, I finally found him. Curled up in a pile of leaves, too weak to lift his head or to even meow. Wisps of air passed his lips as he breathed... Continue Reading →
I remember him telling me to one day write this love story. The one that started along the river's edge. And I told him that I couldn't write it until God finished it. … I find freedom in writing. In the spilling of thoughts and emotions out onto a page. Getting things outside of me. It's a... Continue Reading →
My Sweet Louise 