Sawyers in the Sun

Jun 22, 2016

A couple of times a year, on our nicely paved street, up out of the circular cement cover in the road seeps liquid sewage. Because of the sl...

Squatting at her laundry tub beside her house with her skirt tucked between her legs, her eyes danced with joy and sorrow. She greeted me w...

I unravel for His glory. I am the undone. The undoing is the thorn that makes me shriek back, the knee jerk pulling away from the poi...