We were never meant to be an island.

Written for a mother grieving the miscarriage of her child.

The Blues.

Sickness.

Mysterious things will never seize to happen in the mysterious world of ours.

For all my friends who are "going through" right now. Know that you have to go through to get through, but with the right attitude, you can still have peace. Remember that God will never take you where His grace cannot sustain you.

Mother whose child died.

We can never hide from God’s Eyes. He weeps over those he loves.

Talking to the weeping willow.

This poem was given to me by the Holy Spirit.