Here I sit in the middle of another road asking God what he needs me to do. All he whisper is, “Try.”
I loved the diversity of animals used to capture the reader’s attention. The spiritual message wasn’t overwhelming, which I greatly appreciated. I would absolutely recommend this beautiful book to others. I’m elated to add it to my daughter’s bookshelf.
Reconciled to my maker in all things new
on this side of heaven until the roots
expose this tree trunk of a woman
branches adorned with last names
changed when the tongue refused to roll
At the height of my burnout I emailed a dear writing colleague and confided in her, “I’m burnt out on Christianity. I don’t want to write anything that has to deal with faith anymore.”
Never an empty soul
Because he made it so.
Friends, as I type these words today, any person would say that there is no hope left for me. But, Praise be unto God that my life is not defined by my current situation.