Faith, Fiction, Friends

After Psalm 122 These stones under my feet are singing as I walk, each step a note each pace a refrain each stride a psalm....

He stood at the center of the earth, knowing it could not would not hold, dust returning to dust,  even then seeing the rock...

A hill of stones: the path barely discernible. The deer were here before us. The trail grows steeper, the rocks smaller. The l...

A place of terrible heat, heat bleeding the skin; a place of terrible cold, cold snapping the bone; a place of no relief, of n...