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Here I am, Lord. Is it I Lord? I have heard You calling in the night. I will go, Lord, if You lead me. I will hold Your people in my hea...

If I were to be a superhero, my power would be invisibility--not because I would choose to be invisible; it is what I default to, like a co...

Sleep cannot be overrated. Eight hours of it in a row with only one interruption, is a gift from God. Achieving balance within my spirit,...

"You have a choice," are the words I hear, as though spoken aloud, as I transition from a state of sleep to wakefulness. As I m...

The smooth, white object, once the inner part of a shell, is handed to me signifying my turn to talk. I had struggled all day during the si...

Sometimes I forget who I am. Not because of early onset Alzheimer's or some form of denial, but more precisely--who I am supposed to ...

In the midst of unpacking from our recent camping trip to the beach, I notice sticking out from the pile of mail on the counter, a small, p...