The Forgotten Letter

The car came to a stop and I took a deep breath.  My feet hit the Texas soil and a warm breeze blew my freshly fallen blonde curl across my face.  I wondered why I wore my hair down in the first place as the humidity took down each curl by the second.  As my…

Dance with my Father

(written 12/07/2014) It has been some time since I have sat down to write.  Ive missed it.  It is as if a part of me is missing, a chapter out of my own book that has been ripped out or maybe just not written yet.   Writing is my way of expressing how the Holy…