This weekend, I had the privilege of attending the Maranatha Christian Writers’ Conference. Perhaps the most invigorating part of this experience was swapping book recommendations.
Do you look upon me as an unused pen Or an instrument prepared and poised to write The words and works that speak of such
I say to you: do not pull up the weeds. If you begin, it is a lifelong taskAs with each stem and bud you find
When I was in grad school, I asked a fellow student to grab coffee. She was a few steps (and degrees) ahead of me, but
This is the space between all life and death, Between his final cry and second-first breath;The stillness between singing and applause,Between the reign of love