Natasha Metzler 4 Minute Read There are so many stories. They pile up and run over and leave aching sorrow behind. And sometimes I think the hurt that grieves God the most is that which is inflicted by believers. We speak so rashly, words slashing and leaving bloodied hearts behind. We’re broken human beings, but unfortunately, some of us forget that truth…
Caroline Rose Sanders 6 Minute Read I had been called many things, but “traitor” had never been one of them. Until that day at the orphanage in Haiti when those hurting children took their anger out on me. I crawled crying into my parents’ bed that night and I remember them saying, “They probably don’t even know what that means.” And…
Caroline Rose Sanders 3 Minute Read Cars run on gas, trains run on coal and I on words. I hardly remember a time when I wasn’t eating up poems, gnawing on novels and drinking in the sweet sound of my mother’s reading voice. These words made me want words of my own and when I started my own run-on sentences online, I…
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