The earth’s hue has turned white. The smell of kindness fills the air. The season of presents is upon us, So let’s make memories together – Because it’s the most wonderful time of the year again. Editor: Erynn Crittenden

I feel her tucked away deep, buried in my silent daydreams. Another version of me awaits, restless and fragile, but ready to fill the missing pieces of me and come out of the shadows, willing to fully embody herself as the woman she is meant to be– courageous and assured, no longer questioning her worth. ...

Although I’ve never been there, it feels like a memory I lived. Maybe in another lifetime, I strolled in the shadows of the lights, because the skylines and avenues I’ve never walked through are whispering my name. Amongst the crowds, amidst the noise and chaos, pulses through the pavement radiate my heartbeat. New York is ...

What a joyful moment it was, That minute our eyes locked in destiny. How blessed were the events that made our paths cross.   Oh, how beautiful is our journey, yet unknown. Through love’s map, we cross life’s borders – Moving, sailing, one faith-filled step at a time. Editor: Erynn Crittenden

In times of chaos, speak silence. In times of wrath, speak love. A peaceful answer turns anger away; and empathy always overrides judgement. Editor: Erynn Crittenden

Can one imagine thedepths of a man’ssoul? Among anticipated crowdsof bleating sheepand raised voices, Eager to see the merchandiseeach pitiful trinket,worthless bauble Compared to treasuresthe Father storesawaiting them in Heaven. “Come one, come all,a cross necklace for five dollars,”the salesman cries out. A Bible scenario,envisioned beforemy eyes. “How about a WWJD bracelet?The finest way to ...

The long-suffering,foreboding Trojan cloud,that was openly waitingunder the Sun’s shining sling,stormily forewarnedthe unsuspecting crowd: “Hard rain shall destroy your ground,after the warlord’s unofficial kinghas been wrongfully crowned” Editor: Erynn Crittenden

The distance between my goals and now, I measure by the beads of sweat on my brows; The cold, early mornings and tired, late nights; And the reckless faith I put into every effort. Editor: Erynn Crittenden

Crunching leaves, The smell of burning firewood, Spooky decorations painting the streets everywhere I go. The crisp-cool heart of autumn. Beach days turn into cozy evenings inside, Wrapped in a fuzzy blanket, hot coffee in hand. They become movie nights with friends watching Halloween-themed classics while snacking on popcorn. Every introvert’s dream come true when ...

I pace, thinking about all the possibilities. The ticking clock teases me as her seconds pass, And each hour draws me closer to a reality Eagerly waiting to be revealed. I see signs that mean a million things, And a thousand “what ifs” flood my mind. But I don’t give in to the uncertain air. ...