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.

Misplaced priorities

When my kids were smaller and required much more attention, there seemed to be a scarcity of time. I remembered wishing for more than 24 hours in a day so …