Broken Squeak Toy Laugh
I laugh every day. I think too much and internalize it far too often. This is the release.Prose/Poetry
Writing has always been something that I’ve just done. It took a long time for me to realize that it was a gift–that I had a talent for it. I miss the way that I used to write words. They used to be something that had to break out of me. But, like the wicked Servant in the Parable of the Talents, I buried this talent of mine. Now it’s like getting back on a bicycle. I know that I will have to wobble and teeter before I find the groove to find the steady ride. I want to write because it is a talent that is meant to serve the kingdom. Here you will find old stuff, new stuff. But, it’s all mine. Be gentle.
