cold canadian courage//a poem

from poember prompt “cozy memories” i moved when I was 12 but before thatwe would dance in 3-foot snow atour chance to know cold and courage, canadian wintersaren’t as hard as people think, there aretime-old traditions and steaming hot drinksand snow in my hair and my nose andbright-red face and laughteron the hill as theContinue reading “cold canadian courage//a poem”

Who else struggles to find joy in trials?

Guest post by Monica Hoffman Consider it pure joy…. You’ve got to be kidding. I bet you know where I am going. “Consider it pure joy when you face trials of many kinds” Seriously? Can that be true? Is that even possible? It must be. It’s Scripture. I have observed however, many in the churchContinue reading “Who else struggles to find joy in trials?”

Back on the Road After Covid: Guest Post

Guest post by Hannah, writer at Tiny Town Stories. This August, my family embarked on a two-week-long road trip across the country. We’ve done long road trips before, but a trip involving seven people (two of which are toddlers), one minivan, and a million markers is definitely an interesting experience. The plan was to leaveContinue reading “Back on the Road After Covid: Guest Post”

When God Calls You to Worship in Darkness: Guest Post.

I still remember the day that I received my summer Bible study book in the mail for the National Bible Bee. The word Worship was written across the cover in a beautiful teal color- my favorite.  I opened the book in awe. The verses that I would be studying and memorizing for the next eightContinue reading “When God Calls You to Worship in Darkness: Guest Post.”

{alright hours}

Everything is loud at this time of the night. I can sit in the darkness and finally see light, examine every conversation and tone and “Try, try harder.” “Try, try less.” “Get more things.” “You’re so blessed.” This quiet is loud and my head is a mess. Often turning inwards only ingrains my worries intoContinue reading “{alright hours}”

//paper flies//

Paper airplane flying dreams plain and simple straight and clean. Stark contrast with the business, past which it streams; mind of a child taking wings. Imagine if we took everything like a piece of paper- saw past the four edges the bold letters, hard desk edges and saw the potential. If the sheet was folded,Continue reading “//paper flies//”