At the Table

Dry, desolate, desperate, parched, alone…Endless dunes of hopelessness, lostness, brokenness fill my empty heart and I weep. I find myself once again in that dark place where there are mounds of sifting sand and everything is seemingly dull and lifeless…and I struggle.

It’s Christmas Time…Again

Another year is drawing to a close. There is hustling, bustling and honking of horns amidst the joyous preparations for the Christmas season.  As I was out today, I watched …