Alone on the Ship
Cold hand on the helm, eyes, and lungs filled with salty mist from rough waters. The sails snap and ripple like the waves in the wind....
top of page
welcome.
this blog is home for my wandering thoughts and attempts to answer my own questions about what it means to live life and love Jesus.
i hope it will come to feel something like home for you, too.
the blog:
bottom of page