The winding path before you is missing some of its stones. You can’t see where it leads, but you can hear the hum of insects and see a gnarled tree rising above you. A single poppy rests at its base. Mist swirls at your feet and a voice from somewhere in the distance beckons to you. Though the light of day is fading, the choice still remains.
Lily for innocence. Pine for protection.
Dangerous secrets. A kingdom torn apart. Two unlikely heroes. Embark on a journey through Alderdale in a tale of magic, mystery, and finding our place in the world.
Holly for foresight. Ivy for fidelity.
Mysterious magic. A dark political web. Secrets that could destroy an empire. Embark on a journey through Alderdale in a tale of duty, sacrifice, and breaking free from the bondage of the past.
Easter came and went, and the season of Lent along with it. I always feel refreshed after spending intentional time writing poetry during this time, even if my body needs space to recover from a long and busy weekend. The thing I love about Easter is that the holiday is only the beginning of celebration.…
The Lord’s provision has been at the forefront of my mind this week. As I reflect on the year so far, I’m amazed at all the ways my family has been given everything we need at just the right time. Is trusting God easy? Not always. But He reminds me time again that I have…
Nothing encapsulates my week more than the piles of clean laundry sitting around my room in baskets, waiting to be folded and put away. Coming back from a trip and re-entering routine takes longer with each additional child, a fact I’m intensely aware of these past days. Like children, sometimes we find ourselves floundering when…
As I’m returning from a trip this week, I’m reminded of the first year I wrote Lent poetry—2014, when my high school choir toured Ireland, England, and Wales. As I shared in the first week, that year holds a special place in my memory because I see the misty Irish hills and moss covered giants…
Sometimes I feel the weight of the spiritual battles being waged around me, as if the forces of darkness intensify the more I strive to bring light to the world. Like a desert monsoon, my emotions have been in constant flux this week. But throughout all the ups and downs, the theme of rugged hope…
Some weeks we don’t have a choice but to engage. Sickness, busyness, and parental challenges aside, we must press on in spite of the obstacles. It’s been that kind of week for me. Still, though I find myself caught up in the whirlwind of life, I also must make time to be still and hear…