Crushed

Crushed

When Grace runs in the yard to catch the bouncing ball she often crushes the plants in her way. Some of the tall grasses bend over, crushed by her exuberance. She doesn’t intend to crush them, but her focus upon the ball bypasses any awareness of the green shrubs in...
Mud

Mud

In the past week rain has soaked the soil in Denver, Colorado. Typically, we don’t get a lot of moisture in the form of rain, but an anomalous weather system brought much water to the earth surrounding us.  This means that when Grace ventures out for her daily walks,...
Brokenness

Brokenness

Often God gives me a word for The Spigot and the ideas surrounding it marinade in my heart and mind for days before writing. For this post, I find myself struggling with what the Father wants me to write. I notice a bit of heaviness as I approach putting thoughts to...
Stitches

Stitches

I got six stitches and a nice black eye last week. The more dramatic story involves Sherwood Forest, a short battle, a crushing defeat, and a knight in shining armor. The short version is that I was moving fast and ran into a six inch square vertical pole face first....