I read this story recently. It was about a woman up in years who had lived as a widow for a very long time. The …
The Gibson Chronicles: Confessions
So here we are; we made it to the end of the week. We may pulled out our hair a bit raised our voices a …
Sing your song…
The light is pouring in the front window bathing the floor in its golden hues. Beauty. There is this thin flimsy spider web of yesterday …
The Glory in Humiliation
We are known by God. People whose skin we will never see were made by God; there is no person whom the hand of God …
Withered Flowers & Goodbyes
Every summer we would travel deep into the Delta. Mississippi just has a smell about it. Its neither good nor bad, just is, it’s burned …
Breaking Bread & Building Hearts
The breaking of bread and the sharing of friendship stirs & stokes warm embers of love within us. It’s a beautiful thing to sit down …
Quiet Within
The hush of rain washed over me. It’s steady rhythm rocking me like I rock my babies sound asleep. All is quiet about me inside …