not finished yet

everything smells like campfire. and that feels just the way it should be. sitting under the stars that stretch beyond your view. sunsets that saturate. camp songs. cheers echoing across the hills. cinnamon rolls on saturday morning. inner tubes on the lazy river. worship shaking the dining hall. the creak of the lodge deck swings….

fearless I walk the trackless sea

Things never go quite the way we anticipate. If there’s anything 2017 should have left my heart with an awareness of, it’s this reality. Yet here I find myself, a month or so into the year, reeling from the sway of emotions and events that collide to upset all balance. It’s been a strange start…