I walked through the trees mindful of each step I took- I dared not wake the trolls.  “Close your eyes, but keep your mind wide open,” I could hear my grandfather speaking.  I’ve never seen a troll before.  But my grandfather knew them well.  Each time he tried to enter, a riddle they would tell.   I always found it interesting the way grandfather spoke of the woods. ...

       The old ford pick up truck spit and sputtered down the road, dad at the wheel and me sitting next to him with my arm dangling out the passenger window.  It’s a rusted out old truck, but a classic at that, with memories etched in its vintage cab.  The sun kissed the horizon and a haze of pink and peach-orange painted the sky as we drove down the back roads...

        Spring is a time of rebirth and growth.  The season awakens and breathes the fresh scent of petrichor as the rain wipes the air clean.  Water droplets nourish the roots of flowers breaking from their buds as they begin to bloom.  Green begins to fill bare branches and vast fields. The early morning dew glistens on the budding foliage.  Nuanced...

                We are all stories.  Every one of us is going through a journey, in the hopes that we may find a way to conquer our fears and discover the truth and live out the truth.  Each story is a vital thread in the tapestry God is weaving together.  Through the steps of weaving a tapestry are the steps we take through...