January 2011
9 posts
Seashells by the Seashore
The tide is coming in forming large, and somewhat questionable, puddles along the sand. The wind is merciless as it blows the tiny grains from the dunes to the shore in strange patterns that tend to look like a Disney princess magical spell. On this cold January afternoon the local residents of Tybee Island are inside their houses staying warm amongst the wind chill that brings the temperature to...
When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and when you pass through...
– Isaiah 43:2
An Ode to Coffee Shops
Today I sit in a familiar coffee shop; a drink to my right, a bible to my left, journal in my lap. and pen in hand. I love to write. Sometimes my words flow effortlessly onto the paper as if they were meant to be there. Other times it is like clawing a chalk board with a continuous internal battle that ends in frustration. I used to come here in order to sort my mind during those moments and now...
And there will come a time, you’ll see, with no more tears.
And love will...
– After the Storm Mumford & Sons