Right now, heaven smells like hell,
a sensory overload for a confused girl,
now a shivering mother. A calloused tradesman –
now second-fiddle father to a waking dream.
Right now, heaven smells like hell,
a sensory overload for a confused girl,
now a shivering mother. A calloused tradesman –
now second-fiddle father to a waking dream.
If we are made in God’s image and God sings, then we should be singing, too (just not in close proximity to each other at this time).
I use the best, I use the rest
Revitalizing the Christian imagination through painting, poetry, music, and more
Ancient Wisdom for Modern Seekers
We believe in being brave.
Blurring the lines between poetry and prose
Stuff That Needs To Be Said
Writing from the In/Between
Grace // Jesus // Life
Spiritual Direction for Integrated Living
from liquid courage to sober courage
Church planter, pastor, author, coach
an anamcara exploring those close encounters of the liminal kind
The Beautiful Due
Collaborating with the Muses to inspire, create, and illuminate
...in such kind ways...
Rob's Lit-Bits 
Transition from an ordinary girl and boy into a mother and father is beautifully expressed. Suddenly everything changes.