stand in truth
Everyone seems to have their own opinion on what truth is. I question how can there be opposing truth’s? My understanding of truth is...
wound of the mother
I am Adopted. How many times have I said those words. Sometimes I would throw the words away as though I didn’t care, look at me I am...
still waters
Anger is my teacher, when acknowledged I can feel it wanting to break loose, tearing away from each muscle, cracking open my bones...