Seasons of the Heart: A Door Ajar
My perception of a familiar presence was followed by the pronouncement of my name in a known voice. I stopped breathing mo...
Seasons of the Heart: Coming Undone
The crisp air nipped my cheeks as I sat still waiting. It had been several weeks since I returned to the garden. I had been...
Seasons of the Heart: Resistance
The readiness with which the wounded heart resists, resents, revolts against that which it most deeply yearns for is most peculiar....
Seasons of the Heart: Breaking Bread and Other Things
She never told me where she would go on the nights that she would leave home in my father’s absence; I didn’t have the ins...
Seasons of the Heart: The Fight for Peace
I sat on our bench in the warm summer morning air with my eyes closed. I listened patiently for lingering whispers of Gard...
Seasons of the Heart: Confrontation Part 2
I found the entry to my apartment house by touch, my sight still obscured by the unceasing stream of tears. I stood outsi...
Seasons of the Heart: Confrontation
The warmth of the early spring sun rested weightlessly across my back through the cafe window. I sat stiffly in m...
Seasons of the Heart: Return to the Garden
My hand kept a firm grip on the knob, but dithered to open the door. Dread of who may be awaiting me on the other side hel...
Seasons of the Heart: At First Sight
The aroma of freshly brewed coffee, mingled with warm cinnamon and baked brown sugar met me at the cafe entrance with a we...
Seasons of the Heart: Chapter One
“There is a time for everything and a season for every activity under the sun (Ecclesiastes 3:1).” Winter entered defian...