Dear Heavenly Father, From the top of the mountain, the view is perfectly empty and completely full. I can see over the walls and past the boundaries. I now know the way. My ascent has moved heaven—moved it closer to me. One sun, one moon dance in the sky. Room for only two in their forever union. My recent steps have happened at an accelerated speed. At the same time, it has taken my whole life to get here. Now, my mind is circling back over the details of each step, putting them all...

Dear Heavenly Father,   The sub-zero temperatures have been accompanied by clear skies. I’ve been watching the waxing moon move in its clockwise path every afternoon. Today, it was nowhere to be found.   To leave what is dead is to let old identities and false beliefs die—things that are no longer serving me. I’ve seen myself as the orchid for many years, who I believed the flower was supposed to be, and what I believed the flower was supposed to do. I told the story of me  around that...

Here lies our dear flower, dead and departed, She dedicated herself to everything she started, Then ended this life giv’n her efforts wholehearted.   She magnified her calling for the world around, Searched for the right and gratitude found, Her talents, she developed and gathered, abound.   Willing to change and sacrifice for the better, She took the hard path to forgive the debtor, No challenge brought down, nor trial beset her.   Everything she created with detailed care, Her time well...