All of Me

All of Me

What was the excuse He gave that day when he rose from the table determined to betray? The Passover lamb had just washed his feet, wiped them dry and said, “One is not clean.” But it wasn’t only for this sinner Christ bore the shame. His stripes and lashes wore my...
This is the Middle: A Poem

This is the Middle: A Poem

  No longer young, I peer at the beginning with the lens of Perspective. Pain and suffering, Joy and laughter All mingle together.   I dream big of future days spent making a difference in the lives of hurting hearts. What are your dreams? #hopesanddreams...