Where you’re at


arms, legs, eyes, ears

meeting people I wouldn’t have ever connected with, if I hadn’t broken my pelvis

“walking” with a friend through medical testing and results

listening to a friend grieve for a loss in her family

You’re in the midst of it. Hope can seem distant. In the circumstance I meander through the woods, tromp through the muck. Persist. Then the breaking comes. The miracle of the answer. The resolve like the conclusion of an orchestra piece.

This song gives me hope. What are you hoping for? What have you been waiting for to step out in your song?

I have two projects in the works. Pray for me and open doors.

Blessings readers,