Contemplations of the End

In my heart of hearts, I want to live each moment so that, whenever my end comes, I can face this final defeat as my greatest victory, the triumph of crossing the finish line of a race run well, to reach Your arms, see Your face, and hear You say, "Well done."

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Poemless

I want to write You a poem, a rhyme about Your Name, but I can't seem to find even one line that compares to Your glory and grace. "In love" is too weak a phrase--all of me is branded by the brilliance of Your face. I am forever Yours-- even that a mere blink next to the endlessness of Your timelessness.

Wondering if Romance is Still Real (The Answer is Yes)

Over the holiday season, I worked at Barnes and Noble.  The quickest path to the break room through the shelves heavy with thousands of books was down the romance aisle. Now, I’ve never considered myself a typical girl.  Sure, I played with dolls growing up, but I also spent hours outside in the dirt.  My... Continue Reading →

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