Our job isn’t to change people. To make them different or same like us. Forcing them into a perfectly shaped steeple. As they sit in rows quiet and straight, Hiding from others. Afraid of the potential hate. We live in a world that’s black or white. It’s one or the other, not full of color….
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Kinstugi
A crack shownMended with glueFractures reappear New accrueFear of breakingSending tremors deepNot enough glueWill make this mug keepUnable to be filledOr used for it’s purpose Liquid leakingAll over the surfaceSitting unmendedBroken and unusedAlone on a shelfEgo bruised Ground trembles The earth quakesOne small tumbleMug breaks Light peers throughTears flowGentle hands embrace Gathering slowEvery piece foundBy…
Let’s Say
Let’s say By: Audra Ohm Let’s say, Rosa Parks didn’t speak out. Let’s say, she buried her pain deep in that route. Instead, she pierced her lips and let fear close them shut. Then, moved to the back with a pain in her gut. Let’s say, Billy Graham didn’t give his life to God. Let’s…
The Last Time
By Audra Ohm If I knew it was the last time we would talk over coffee at the kitchen table. I would have asked more questions, put my phone down and turned off the cable. If I knew it was the last time we went for a walk together. I would have walked a bit…
You weren’t made for this world.
The sunlight never touched your skin. The wind never blew in your precious face. Your heart fluttered for brief moment of mine. Your memory will last an eternity. I never got to hear you cry. I imagine your laugh to sound like mine. You visit me in my dreams at night All your first were…
Here’s to the Ones
Here’s to the ones that left their homes, Headed for school or work alone. Grabbed their keys and got in theirs cars, Praying for a normal day, not one with scars. Here’s to the ones at the wrong place and time. Wrongly accused of an inconceivable crime. Put on trial with minimal evidence, Death row…
To the People
I wrote this poem around a year ago and never felt it was the right time to share it. Maybe I was scared to have my words out there, maybe I was thinking it was too heavy. Either way, I can’t keep it hidden any longer. My heart breaks for our country. I want peace,…
One Horned Flying Horse
I look in the mirror and what do I see? One horn on my head, not two or three Everyone I see has more than one They are all alike except for me I stand alone in my pail plain skin While others around me all blend in Different colors all around I’m outside the…
Saying Goodbye
The plan was to run a few errands before heading to the hospital but that all changed when my mom got the phone call. “Wait, what? Slow down. Everything ok? Ok we are on our way.” As she hung up the phone, I had a flashback to dream from the night before. There she was, walking toward…
For Better or Worse
Is your “Happily Ever After” not so happy? Does the “For Worse out weigh the “For Better” part of your vows? Found out what could be hindering your marriage in today’s blog post.
How to survive CRYageddon
What is cryageddon you ask? The Ohm dictionary defines it below: Cry•a•ged•don noun •When the majority of your offspring begin crying at the same time causing a sound that could possible break the sound barrier I yelled “what is this cryageddon!?” at the top of my lungs, just trying to out cry the other three…
Better than diamonds
On Mother’s Day I wrote a post that eventually was deleted by my own mistake. At first I was upset, but ultimately I’ve always taken the approach of Gods perfect timing with my writing. I never push a post, they must flow from the mouth of God through my fingertips to your eyes. When a…
Stone by Stone
Hands tightly grabbed each of her arms carrying her down the long dirt path A sin exposed for all to see regret, sorrow, pain, and presumable death They threw her down against the wall her face landing in the dirt Her hands gripping the tiny stones beneath her tears falling onto her soiled scarlet skirt…
A Letter to End Internet Bullies
Sometimes I wish I could go back in time and pluck the internet from existence. There are times when I thrive on social media and enjoy how people from all over the world can interact with one another. I enjoy the community that it creates and the opportunities it has given people. But, what I…
A Confession and My Purple Jeep
I sat silently in a car full of noise on the side of a very busy road. A few minutes earlier my precious 1998 Jeep Cherokee decided it was time to rest. With my flashers on I slowly rolled it to a stop on the side of the road. Semi’s and cars whizzed past us…
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…
How To Find Community & Giveaway!!
I am part of a church where community is important and needed. Community is where life happens, love is shown and grace is given. But how do you find your community? How do you keep your community when life is so busy? Recently, as most of you know, I have been a part of a…
Bolivia- coming soon!
As I am prepring to leave for Bolivia in less than a week, my heart is anxious to see the Holy Spirit move in everyone’s life! This trip doesn’t just affect the kids, but everyone involved. It is a ripple effect. It will drastically change the lives of the team members and each person that…
Fearless Love & My bestie, Jen Hatmaker
Back in February I received news that changed my life. My life did not physically change but it changed in a way where I chose a different path, this particular path pointed me in the direction of living my life differently. To love people better. The person responsible? Jen Hatmaker. Jen is a wife to a…
To My Daughter’s Birth Mother
Ever since you came into our lives I haven’t been able to go one day with out thinking about you. You created our daughter and I see you in her everyday. Her sweetness, her beautiful skin, and her small frame is from you. You went through the nausea, the heart burn, the food cravings, food…
Hope Matters 