Wrapped in layers of thoughts, I recall the unsaid things that slip away in the moment– like how my breath fogs the air, disappearing into silence.  My heart sinks below zero, buried beneath the snow, falling flat, untouched, until the blanket of ice melts, uncovering the surface of my bare core. Editor: Shannon Hensley

I’ve been staring at the café’s bookcase,Searching for the momentsMy words have failed to find. Maybe they are hidden in the ice chest,Under the ice cream andMy frozen manifest. Or perhaps my journalIs grinding to a haltInside my rusty storage vault –Where nostalgia has no fault. Editor: Erynn Crittenden

Enraptured Adorationfills my heart.Unequaled holinessastounds my senses.Pure light and true loveencompass You.All I can never fathom,trapped in a cage of flesh and bone.Without hesitation, I cast myself atYour Feet, weeping bitter tears.As they fall to the dust,I’m overwhelmed.You have known me, Lord,since I was fashioned in my mother’s womb.Let me not forgetYour abundant Grace!For I’ve ...

I step outside for the first time this year,And I’m greeted by a different set of eyes.I exchange pleasantries in a new language,Because I’m not in the land of birth-I’m here in the land of surprises and hope.And so, with every new step I take, I dare to explore, and I dare to communeWith the first ...

It will be okay.Among the murky clouds of despair,God’s light willpierce throughthe dark, twistingpain in your heart. “When you walkthrough the fire,you shall not be burned,” is thepromise madein Isaiah 43:2. So it is spoken to thoseof little faith, in thethrongs of life thatthreaten to overwhelmand consume you. In the moments spent with tears cried ...

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