by Lane | Poetry, Writing
The final round Of editing Feels like That sprint When your lungs burn And your legs wobble And you can see the finish line, But are gasping for hope and energy. To undo What took so long to do Seems counterproductive. In fact, Such editing Adds a patina...
by Lane | Devotional, Writing
The sprinklers are reviving the lawn this morning. Living Water, come and revive my heart this morning. Dry, shriveled up, and colorless, I thirst. I am dehydrated of heart. I thirst to be present to this day, to be present to Your heart in this day. Each moment,...
