About

This space is like a quiet inner room where I flesh out what I think and feel and believe and know and see and desire. It is a table where I lay out my days like dresses, running hands along seam and fold, fingers tracing knots, smoothing creases, following threads.It's an easel where I lean my canvas, fling dark and light ...

... a journal of my sojourn.

grace becomes you

Yahweh, he loves both the abused and the abuser, the gracious and the graceless. 

I want to reflect him, and as I learn grace, 

I want to become grace. 

But often, the learning of grace is messy.

May I whisper gently? Please do not follow me or esteem me in any way. I am the humble maidservant of the Most High, on a very unique journey led by him. These pages are vulnerable for me and as I sift through theology and grapple with darkness and light and life, and things present and things to come and every other created thing ... know that I seek his heart and face, and he is working in me still.

If you like, you may contact me here.