life. faithful.

This is a link up with the Faith Barista, so be sure to hop over there to hear from some other writers who are finding their voices, too!     Who am I to write? Who am I to pour a bunch of words out and expect other people to read them--or even more than that, to want to read them? And if people are reading, are they hearing me ? Are the words I'm using the right words, the ones that are going to get my point across the way I want? I struggle with these questions almost every time I sit down to write--especially with this blog, but even more so with the more personal stuff I've been working on this last month like my story and a study I'm trying to write. I write, I scratch out, I rewrite. I change a word just to change it back. I stress and backtrack and rework, and then at some point I just give in and click " Publish ." The writing itself may or may not be ready, but I can tell you one thing-- I know I'm not ready , no matter how much I

Snow is something quite incredible. In the midst of all that white, there is a serenity I've never felt anywhere else.  Even with people around, you can be still--because the snow is still. It makes everything quiet. Pure.  It covers everything, even the painful gashes. "Though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be white as snow" (Isaiah 1:18) "wash me, and I will be whiter than snow" (Psalm 51:7)