Complete Chaos

“Everyone has inside them a piece of good news. The good news is you don’t know how great you can be! How much you can love! What you can accomplish! And what your potential is.” -Anne Frank


{tumult:// highly distressing agitation of mind or feeling; turbulent mental or emotional disturbance}


Future plans. Comparisons. Triggers. Hurtful past. Sadness. It all filled her head. A bombardment of information. Where was she to begin? How do I break this down? Do I write or pray? Or do I just need to be still?


Her blinders are up and the negativity swarms like a mass of bees. She is consumed by what her life might fail to be. The voice of the young girl’s evil monster was shouting louder than ever. Feeding her continuous fabrications and mendacity. They wouldn’t stop. There’s a deep pain in her heart. It’s as if she is suffocating. Her physical body decaying in response to her lack of healthy emotional well being. She’s stuck in a whirlwind similar to the tazmanian devil. Shutting down seems like a reasonable option but there’s a part inside of her not wanting to go back into that devious black hole. The fight was still in her.


Emotional mind must be shut off and this swirling energy flipped around. The young girl knows she can’t do this alone. Each time she has attempted to fight alone she’s failed miserably. Her higher power was in control. The young girl needed to fully release the monster and allow Jesus to do His mighty work. That tiny ounce of fight was her trust. She needed more prayer and less worry. More scripture reading and less mindless talking. The young girl crosses a scripture that boldly catches her eye…


“For my thoughts are not your thoughts,

   neither are your ways my ways,”

declares the Lord.

“As the heavens are higher than the earth,

   so are my ways higher than your ways

   and my thoughts than your thoughts.”  Isaiah 55:8-9


Rereading this passage, she encrypts it into her mind. Each word uniquely soaking into her heart. She feels comforted and a sense of relief. Her father is with her wherever she goes. Let His voice be louder than the monsters. Allow His compassion and love outweigh her own troubled thoughts. Jeremiah 29:11 reminds the young girl that Jesus has a beautiful plan for her life. The chaos will soon slide away and be gently replaced with hope and prosperity.


Matthew 28:20 “And be sure of this: I am with you always, even to the end of age.”


an open letter to “my person”

“We’re friends, real friends. And that means, no matter how long it takes, when you finally decide to look back, I’ll still be here.” -Meredith Grey (Greys Anatomy)

{friend :// a person attached to another by feelings of affection or personal regard}

An open letter to “my person”:

If someone asked the question, “who in your life makes it most easy to be yourself,” without a doubt you would be the first person to pop in my head. There’s nothing to it. Point blank. Simple as that.

Something magical is in the air when we’re together. It’s like tiny little fairies have sprinkled pixie dust that breaks down any wall or barrier I may have up. You have a way of making it incredibly easy for me to be myself. My full authentic self. You accept me as the perfectly imperfect person that I am regardless of what baggage I may carry or what my thoughts reflect. Comfort and safety surround me when we’re together. Even through texts and phone calls the issues of the world are put to ease. There are countless things you do and say that make me feel like it’s ok to be me. Like those spontaneous text messages just because and the silly facebook videos. Or the conversations that only you and I can understand. It’s like we have our own language sometimes.

Just like any other human being, when I’m in a certain group of people I feel there’s a limit of what I can say or that I have to act a certain way. With you, that’s not the case. I don’t have to hide anything and there’s enough trust instilled into our relationship that I feel like I can talk to you about anything. And when I say anything I mean absolutely ANYTHING. You’re the first person I want to share exciting news with. The first person I turn to when I’m having a rough day. Through the highs and lows I only want to share them with you because I believe you will fully understand. I am constantly reminded of lucky I am to have such a selfless person in my life like you. God placed you in my life at exactly the time I needed you the most. It was all apart of His plan. He knew that you and I would be an unstoppable dynamic duo before we even met.

I cannot begin to piece together enough words or phrases to summarize the impact you made in my life. So forgive me if my words aren’t perfect because this short little letter can not begin to do all that you’ve done for me justice. I just hope that you see all that you were created to be and what an unexplainable impact you’ve made in one person’s life. Don’t ever stop being you.

I love you with all of my heart.


A deeply grateful friend



“You have been assigned this mountain to show others it can be moved” -unknown


{reason:// a basis or cause, as for some belief, action, fact, event, etc.}


“If you believe “everything happens for a reason,” but are turned off by God, substitute “a mysterious intelligence” or “Nature” or “the universe” or whatever. Point is, there’s a plan, and things happen because the plan (or planner) needs them to happen.”


Standing in the middle of the room the young girl questions her Jesus. What am I doing? Why am I here? The young girl felt out of place. This is not what she wanted to be doing. She compares herself to her peers. Having babies. Marriage. Graduation. All part of the young girl’s dreams. She did not want to be here for the rest of her life. Decisions constantly being picked up and thrown at her face. If there was a fast forward button she would’ve pushed it a long time ago. Can we skip the transition part of being a teenager to full blown adult? Is there some sort of fairy dust she can sprinkle to have a stable job, healthy relationship, group of great friends and a place of her own?


This is a fork in the road. She can either turn left or veer right. Her gut instinct screams at her. Be still! Don’t make a single decision yet! The young girl could not get her mind still long enough for a devotion or prayer. There was so much she wanted to say and a plethora of feelings. She did the only thing that never failed. Picking up a pen and grabbing a notebook, she began to write.


Dear Jesus,

I am lost and confused. I’ve reached a halt on my path and I understand that this is only a bump in the road not a dead end. I am unsure which way to turn. There seems to be so many options and opportunities that I feel I am being pulled in multiple directions. My mind is filled with so many “things” but I believe you already know my heart. I am at a loss for words. Chaos entangles my thoughts making it difficult to reach out. My heart aches and wishes to be set free. I surrender it all. Without you, Jesus, I can not do this. I don’t want to do this alone. Through the tears and pain, I find comfort in knowing that You have a plan for me. A plan far greater than I can imagine. Help the fire inside of my soul continue to grow. Bethel music reminds me that “I’m no longer a slave to fear. I am a child of God.” Jesus, shine Your light through me. Thank you for placing me exactly where I need to be. Even if I am blind now, the purpose of this time will be unveiled shortly. You are my planner and I understand that sometimes things need to happen because it is all apart of Your plan. My faith and trust are in you.


Shutting the notebook, she places her hand over her heart. Feeling it beat steadily yet quickly. She takes in a new breath. There is a reason for His doing. Behind the stress and clutter there is a lesson. Take a step back and peer into the situation. Shake things up a little. His timing is everything. Even the tiniest gestures have a bigger meaning. A gleam of hope brushes across her heart. She can do this.


Ecclesiastes 3:1 “There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens.”

I am the Clay.

Take me. Use me. Mold me. I give my life to the Potter’s hands.

“Every block of stone has a statue inside it and it is the task of the sculptor to discover it.” -Michaelangelo


{stone: //  a piece of rock quarried and worked into a specific size and shape for a particular purpose}


She huddles over the solid piece of clay. Untouched and lifeless. The young girl sees the clay as ordinary and somber. Even useless. There is no purpose for a slab of mud. Ugliness and bleak pictures reflect off of the small block. A feeling of loneliness and confusion. A reflection of her life.


Unsure what to make of the piece she turns the wheel on. The dark blob circling round and round. A few minutes pass and then it clicks. The young girl pictures the finished product in her mind and dips her hands into the water bucket. The water is cold but the girl feels refreshed. Scooching closer to the wheel she lightly places her gentle hands to the clay. She closes her eyes for a moment fully embracing the ambiance. A quiet, peaceful art studio. The humming of the pottery wheel begins to mesmerize the young girl. Not a single person in sight. The silky smooth clay brushes past her hands as she sits still. Chamomile and lavender slither out of the diffuser resting on a corner shelf.


Grounding herself, the young girl centers the clay. The basic foundation of any pottery piece. Without centering there is greater potential for failure and mishaps. Her roots are embedded in Jesus. Redirecting the energy of the clay, she is ready to sculpt.


Her hands effortlessly travel the piece of clay. Molding and sculpting. Paying specific attention to the fine details. The young girl’s perspective shifts. For the first time, she is looking at herself through her Father’s eyes. He is her sculptor. Brushing off layers of fog, a charismatic, hopeful and loving person appears. A hint of effervescence. Creativity, soundness, gracious and authentic are added to the mix. Splash of thoughtfulness. A pile of what were unknown talents revealed. She gazes and accepts herself as a child of God. Tenacious. Faithful. Ever loving. Humble. Grateful. The pieces are connecting and is all making sense.


The young girl was the piece of clay and her journey combating the monster was the wheel. Jesus is her sculptor. Her mind sparks a memory. She recollects reading Isaiah 64.  


Oh, that you would rend the heavens and come down,

   that the mountains would tremble before you!

2 As when fire sets twigs ablaze

   and causes water to boil,

come down to make your name known to your enemies

   and cause the nations to quake before you!

3 For when you did awesome things that we did not expect,

   you came down, and the mountains trembled before you.

4 Since ancient times no one has heard,

   no ear has perceived,

no eye has seen any God besides you,

   who acts on behalf of those who wait for him.

5 You come to the help of those who gladly do right,

   who remember your ways.

But when we continued to sin against them,

   you were angry.

   How then can we be saved?

6 All of us have become like one who is unclean,

   and all our righteous acts are like filthy rags;

we all shrivel up like a leaf,

   and like the wind our sins sweep us away.

7 No one calls on your name

   or strives to lay hold of you;

for you have hidden your face from us

   and have given us over to[b] our sins.

8 Yet you, Lord, are our Father.

   We are the clay, you are the potter;

   we are all the work of your hand.

Verse 8 flashes like a neon light. The young girl was blinded by the enemy and the layers of mental illness and ed. In all reality, God was using these challenges to form her more into who she was truly meant to be. All along He knew exactly who the young girl was. He knew the spectacular potential she had to offer the world. Somehow in some way she was going to make some sort of difference in the world.

The young girl rests in comfort knowing that God holds her in the palm of His hand. She’s eager to pursue the coming days living out exactly who she was created to be. The young girl will use the monster and ed to her advantage. As her best friend once told her, “everyday is a new day to continue your fight my friend.” She will use this motto and faith in her Jesus to continue unveiling exactly who she was meant to be.


Jeremiah 1:5 “Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, before you were born I set you apart; I appointed you as a prophet to the nations.”


World Travel

“I travel not to cross countries off a list, but to ignite passionate affairs with destinations.” -the cultureur


{fernweh:// an ache for distant places, missing a place you’ve never been, urge to travel}


A fire burned inside her soul. This overwhelming passion and desire. A longing for something she had never seen before. 7 continents. 50 states. National Parks. Wonders of the World. Palaces and Cathedrals. State Capitals. The young girl was going to conquer it all. Hiking wondrous mountain peaks and backpacking through swirling trails. Relishing in decadent cuisines. Back country roads listening to the gravel beneath the tires. Cozy cottages in quaint little towns. Fresh cultures and distinct languages. Runs from block to block in an unknown city. Long hammock naps swaying in the trees of the jungle. Floating down a river nestled between the foothills. Safari tours and boat rides. Various forms of transportation. Spiced up festivals and dressed up galas. Possibilities are limitless. The destinations she chooses vary in reasoning but one thing remains.


Her God has created a magnificent, indescribable world and the young girl’s desire to embrace it as much as she can is uncontrollable. She believes there is much to learn from the universe. The young girl’s Father has sent her to make disciples of all nations. He knows what all she has to offer but the truth will be unveiled in His creation. It is her duty to shine Jesus’ light to as many souls she can. As much as others learn from her, she will gain twice the amount. Her camera full of speechless photos but the memories and feelings in her head, incomparable. She journals her experiences and gathers souvenirs.


Passport in one hand and plane ticket in the other. An airport busier than a small town. The young girl slings the loaded backpack over her shoulder and heads towards a terminal. Security was a breeze and the utter excitement could barely be contained. A passenger service agent’s voice comes over the intercom. Boarding will begin in ten minutes. Starbucks rests parallel to the terminal. She grabs her fruity tea and light snack. A quick prayer before take off. Prayer for safety and the coming days ahead. Prayer that the fire in her soul will spread like wildfires. Prayer for the future masses she encounters. Prayer for the land and the community. A quote comes to mind. “We must have adventures in order to know where we truly belong.” This is her new adventure. She is now His disciple.


Mark 16:15 “He said to them, “Go into all the world and preach the gospel to all creation.”

Be Still.

“To be still means to empty yourself from incessant flow of thoughts and create a state of consciousness that is open and receptive.” – John Daido Loori

Two hour naps were not enough to take away the feeling. There was an emptiness. Like something was missing. The monster must be there but it’s unclear to the girl what it is saying. Sitting. Waiting. Simply being. She reaches out for resources but unsure what to grab. All of these skills yet none seem to click. Sitting indian style on the floor, it’s as if she expects something magical. Ten minutes pass. Nothing. Wrestling with the intrusive thoughts, she attempts to be mindful. It’s like a blank canvas. What is going on? Some sort of emotion is there but she feels nothing. Out of nowhere, she hears Carrie Underwood’s voice in the back of her mind. “Then sings my soul, my Saviour God, to thee…” She listens. Carrie’s elegant voice continues. “…How great thou art, how great thou art…” The young girl can sense a new presence. She tries to be in the moment, blocking out this emptiness the best she could. The hymn repeats in her head now moves to the second verse, “and when I think of God, His Son not sparing / Sent Him to die, I scarce can take it in / That on the cross, my burden gladly bearing / He bled and died to take away my sin” Each word settles into her soul. She is flooded with the Holy Spirit. Fill me with Your living water, she cries out to her Father. I need You. With tears in her eyes, she thinks of what all has been taken for granted. The paved road of recovery, family and friends spanned across states but bound together by compassion and appreciation, the precious gift of being placed on this earth. What was lost, was her intimate time with the King. He was missing his daughter. She knew the enemy had intruded long enough. It was time for Him to fully step in. [The love I have for you surmounts any other unGodly thing. I wish you could see all that you’ve been given. My Son died for You. This is difficult for you to process when the monster clouds your vision. Trust in Me. I will fight for You.] Prayer was what the young girl needed. In a world full of chaos and unnecessary clutter, the enemy grabs the chance to draw you further from the King. Stick out your hand and reach for Him. Grounding herself, she rests in the arms of God.   


Exodus 14:14 “The LORD will fight for you; you need only to be still.”  

Psalm 46:10 “He says, “Be still and know that I am God; I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth.”

Rainbow Days

Everyone wants happiness and nobody wants pain but you can’t have rainbows without a little rain.” -unknown


Bottoms of clouds drop out and the cool salty water gushes down the house spout. It has been dark and dreary for days even weeks it seems like. Flower’s heads droop low seeming colorless, rabbits nestled in burrows, the universe’s soil muddy and gushy. Will the sun shine brightly again?


The rain begins to let up. It’s like the page has been flipped in that old, busted book. Dull, gray skies have developed into a soft, baby blue. Tiny critters have crawled out of their holes and the grass is greener than ever. Looking up, the most flawless rainbow spans across the sky. Red. Orange. Yellow. Green. Blue. Indigo. Violet. Each boldly radiating. No single color out does the other. A huge smile opens up across the universe’s face. Joy and livelihood descend out of the sadness and hurt. It’s unexpected. How could such a ravishing picture come from a “ugly” canvas?


Time. Patience. Persistence. Hope. Strength. Resources. Drudging through the troublesome days allow for the rainbows to be much sweeter and savored. Days like this remind the universe why it allows for treacherous storms and hurling winds. The peace and tranquility that calms the earth when the colorful semicircle spreads across the blue sheet overpowers the blackness.


Red, the battle between herself, the monster and ED. Orange, the warmth and creativity flowing out from within her touching each person she comes in contact with. Yellow, the energy the girl seeks out throughout the 24 hours. Green, the freshness of starting a new day. Blue, the faith and trust the young girl has in her Heavenly Father. Indigo, a color that can deepen a negative mood. Violet, holds the dreams and future she has set while also calming her emotions.


The young girl uses this metaphor to express her illness. Get out of bed, take meds, mosey on through the day, go home, take nighttime meds, struggle to sleep, repeat. Day in and day out. Religiously wrangling the monster. The sequence rarely strays. Storm clouds hover over similar to Eeyore. Time stops and the switch is flipped. She’s recovering from a night of crying due to laughing so hard. Part of the rainbow peaks out. Stepping out of the therapist’s office, a burden is lifted off of her shoulders. The session surprisingly well. Rush off to meet a friend. Indulge in fresh, juicy blueberry pancakes and protein filled omelettes. A lively dance party in the car as we venture to new places and are greeted with new acquaintances. More of the rainbow shines through the clouds. It’s time for wildberry lavender ice cream. Sweet aromas relax the mind. Sing-a-longs with her sister. That feeling being unbelievably happy that the heart might burst from so much joy and love. The face begins to hurt from smiling unapologetically and the rainbow has fully revealed itself.


Days like this remind her of why she fights so hard. The rainbow makes all of the dedication, tears, and pain worth it. Her pal makes a bold statement, “recovery sucks sometimes but days like this remind me why I choose and CONTINUE to choose recovery.” Without rain there is no rainbow. Even the worst days of recovery are far better than the best days of relapse. Each color is incorporated into her daily ritual. The young girl makes note of this rainbow day and stashed with the other precious jewels.


Genesis 9:13 “I have set my rainbow in the clouds, and it will be the sign of the covenant between me and the earth.”


Road less Traveled

“Sometimes all you need is 20 seconds of insane courage. Just literally 20 seconds of embarrassing bravery. And I promise you, something great will come out of it.” -We Bought a Zoo


{I am too full of life to be half loved}

Standing at the edge of the road, she faces the untouched path. There is no alternative routine and the time has come. The words, “I’m ready” replay in her head constantly but this time she feels as if she truly means it. She hears Tracy Chapman in the faint background.

I want to wake up and know where I’m going
Say I’m ready
Say I’m ready
I want to go where the rivers are overflowing and
I’ll be ready
I’ll be ready
I’m ready to let the rivers wash over me
I’m ready to let the rivers wash over me
If the waters can redeem me
I’m ready
I’m ready
I’m ready to let the rivers wash over me
I’m ready to let the rivers wash over me
I want to wake up
I want to know where I’m going
I want to go where the rivers are over-flowing
I’m ready to let the rivers wash over me
I’m ready
I’m ready

The young girl has prayed and prayed and now Jesus has laid it on her heart. “Take the first step.” She has been anticipating this moment. This new path will be far from smooth sailing but with her faith she will move mountains. During her travel road signs will pop up; therapy, healthy choices, body peace, confidence, each presenting the girl with that added ounce of hope. For the difficult part, logs and rocks occasionally block the path. Toxic people and fear foods. The numbers jumping from a scale will terrify her too. The only way to reach the end is to climb over these mountain like blockades. Ambivalence and relapse will want to steer her towards the wrong direction. The young girl will pray. Angelic birds fly quietly over the path. “That’s the freedom I want,” she says softly under her breath. The girl stands on the scorching black asphalt. There has to be a better view. A breathtaking, golden sun falling behind the evergreen trees. The enemy hurls himself toward her. Maybe this dull, lifeless view isn’t so bad. Her Father swoops in standing firmly beside the daydreaming girl. She begins to become intoxicated with His presence. Numerous thought bubbles float in.

“I deserve more than these lies.” “This abusive relationship has gone on for far too long.” “God is in control.” “Ed’s comfort is incomparable to the king’s divine love.” “Now is the time to fully love yourself.” “You have so much more to offer the world.” “Let MY light shine through YOU.”

The mind slowly turns as the youthful lady hands ALL of her baggage to Him. She can sense the process starting to change. The twisting and turning as her body perfects that specific yoga pose inches closer to her. That endorphin high from finishing her 13.1 mile brushes the girl’s body. Closing her eyes, she embraces what the future holds. Smiling brightly, she looks up to her daddy and grabs his hand. Together they cross over the hump bridging the road and path.


Deuteronomy 31:6 “Be strong and courageous. Do not fear or be in dread with them, for it is the LORD your God who goes with you. He will not leave you or forsake you.”





Atlanta’s Truth

Atlanta [at-lan-tuh] Georgia’s 5th capital, home to 55+ streets named “Peachtree” population- 5.7 million, largest city in Georgia, host of 1996 olympics and 2000 super bowl


She sits at the coffee shop, staring at the blank document. “How am I going to explain this?” the girl thinks to herself imagining her coworkers’ response. Taking a sip of the cold, icy, frappuccino, she begins typing her letter…


The truth is, I don’t go see a doctor every time I go to Atlanta. I go so I can see my pal, Al. She’s this fabulous human being that keeps me from killing the world. She’s more than just a best friend. She’s that person that makes it nearly impossible to explain just exactly who she is and what she means to me. You see, I’m much more than my cover shows. When you open up my book I’m just a young girl struggling to break down the wall of mental illness. That tattoo on my arm of that butterfly, ya know? It’s way more than that. If you look closely you’ll see a semicolon. A semicolon that represents the life I saved. The words “I love you more” to remind me when my monsters voice is screaming at me that there are people in this world that love me more than I realize. A butterfly because up until February 4, I was just a caterpillar. A caterpillar that had so much more potential to share with the world than it realized. The truth is, behind all of this laughs and endless “random pieces of information” there is someone battling with an eating disorder, depression, anxiety and borderline personality. A person that has to fight twice as hard every minute of every day. A person that deserves a gold star just for making it out of bed in the morning. So when I talk about Atlanta it is far more than just a city or state capital. It is a safe haven. A place where I spent three months paving the roads to recovery. A place that is mending the pieces of a previous treatment center and thanksgiving hospitalization. I teeter back and forth feeling guilty because I take that one day off of work. But that one day of the week is saving my life. That one day is being able to confide in one person that is so comforting yet so raw and real. A person who is my therapist. Yes, you read that write. My “doctors appointment” is actually a therapy session. That day isn’t just a fun day lollygagging. It’s a day to recharge and regroup. Sure I attend an appointment but it’s far more than that. You may ask, why did it take so long for me to reveal the truth? Well, in all reality, for a person like me, it can be embarrassing even if deep down I know I can’t control that I have it. Sure, I don’t have a problem with others knowing but it’s also something I don’t parade around. This can be a difficult concept for others to grasp. I forgive those in advance. I don’t expect anyone to understand where I’m coming from unless they have specifically been in pretty similar shoes. Just like I wouldn’t tell someone with cancer that I understand what they are going through I wouldn’t expect the same for myself because I don’t. All I ask for is acceptance and willingness to learn.


Shutting her laptop, a sigh of relief washes over her. The girl submits her letter to her coworkers. Now to wait…


1 John 4:7 “Dear friends, let us love one another, for love comes from God. Everyone who loves has been born of God and knows God”

Precious Jewels

“Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart.” -Winnie the Pooh

Gratitude: the quality or feeling of being grateful or thankful

A round glass bowl sits on a bookshelf. Romantic novels, academic textbooks and action seeking adventure books surround the bowl. A pile of rugged, earthy colored stones rest in the glass bowl. Each stone is a “precious memory.” Individually they unveil separate journeys but when combined they build hopefulness, smiles, and contentment for the young girl. On dark, isolated days when the monster’s voice is a little too loud she reaches into the bowl and randomly selects a stone. A stone that will lift her spirits and be a reminder that there’s a world outside the monster. Looking at the large container, deep down she knows any of the stones will be a valid choice. Wondering which story she will see, the girl begins to recollect her possibilities.  

She begins with the pure joy watching a deaf man’s face light up when asked to teach a person a sign in an elegant language. A soft, sweet smile softens her face. Placing the moment back into the file, an innocent child sparks the next stone. It is tiny human fascinated by a baby lizard, this bridges into tribe of sisters attempt to meditate but their giggles out shine the silence. The monster’s voice slightly declines. She continues down the list in her head. A customer calls the store he just left to personally give a compliment. The young girl notices her happiness breaking through. Her smile grows a tiny bit bigger as she is reminded of the next stone; it is the unexpected but heart warming text messages from a best friend. In the background she listens for the endless laughing with coworkers over silly things and talking about “random, useless information.” The light at the end of the tunnel begins to glisten; there is a chance the crappy day can be flipped around. The next possibility is sneaking to the neighbor’s house to complete “operation: first day of school” with dusty chalk hands. Will this be the stone she selects or will it be a positive affirmation confirming that one is capable when presented a given task? Vivid pictures are constructed in the young girl’s mind. She watches the reunion of lifelong friends that have turned into family. The monster has backed off even more but doesn’t settle without a fight. It’s time to rummage through the raffle.

Closing her eyes, she slowly reaches into the bowl. The girl makes her decision and draws the stone out anxiously waiting. After opening her eyes, a heavy sigh is released. It’s silent. The monster is gone and she cherishes the few moments simply being. Her powerful and mighty God has come through again. He knew exactly what she needed at exactly the right time. Each day, as the young girl travels through her life, she seeks out for these precious stones. Slowly the glass bowl will reach the rim and another container will be placed on the shelf.


“It has long been an axiom of mine that the little things are infinitely most important.” -Arthur Conan Doyle


Psalm 34:17-18 “The righteous cry out, and the LORD hears them; he delivers them from all their troubles. The LORD is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.”