“He shall cover thee with His feathers, and under His wings shalt thou trust.” In autumn’s chill light, the ancient words fall like quiet rain upon my listening ear. In

I am a survivor of sexual abuse. (I first wrote about it here. ) I can remember the day it finally came out of my mouth. In utter desperation, I

FacebookTwitterGoogle+DiggPinterestBlogger “Day is dying in the west.” By a quiet country road, we’re walking in evening’s light. Dust of very earth, it billows, clouds rolling, as a great, red combine