I found myself needing a little creative inspiration today.
This entry is a bit longer than usual as I spend some time diving into this year’s goals and direction.
He spreads the snow like wool and scatters the frost like ashes.
As the days grow shorter, Will and I have been trying to spend as much time outside as we can before winter settles in.
In the morning, Lord, you hear my voice; in the morning I lay my requests before you and wait expectantly.
This month I’m seeking quiet, slow rhythms, and community.