by Allison Gale
I sat in silence at God’s feet and listened to early morning silence. In my stillness and quietness, I became aware that there were only two sounds that broke the silence – one that marked it and one that decorated it. (more…)
Nov
9
I sat in silence at God’s feet and listened to early morning silence. In my stillness and quietness, I became aware that there were only two sounds that broke the silence – one that marked it and one that decorated it. (more…)
Jan
11
by Israel Papavies
I have always had this picture in my head that represented the hardest time in my life… when Josh had cancer. There’s a yellow hallway. There are several red doors but all of them disappear and just one is left. There is a little blonde girl sitting in front of it with her knees pulled to her chest. Her hands are clamped over her ears and she rocks back and forth humming to herself to block out the noises. (more…)