Joan of Arc’s life is incredibly inspiring to me. I will pray that, whatever the circumstance, I will trust GOD to help me.

Adventure and camaraderie could be found along the road. No one thought about the danger.

A squirmy worm in peril and a skinny boy savior can open the heavy but heavenly door of awe-inspiring awareness and invite you in.

Crazy men and sane men see strange and rich worlds behind ordinary words. Crazy men think these worlds exist only in your head. Sane men know they don’t.

Uncomfortable and even downright dangerous unpleasantries exist everywhere. Will you run?

Sometimes, like dirt on a river bottom, what you thought was all settled in nice lovely patterns, gets all mixed up and you are left with muddy waters.

“God made human minds.” “God made us.” “God exists.” These are three simple sentences with complex rebuttals built in the hearts of rebellious humans

Enzymes jump like water in hot oil across synapses, from neuron to neuron, until some, terrifying or soothing, mundane or wonder-filled, idea has been cooked behind eyes, nose, and mouth of a single skull.

Since I was a child, I’ve seen dead people all dressed up, cold and still, flat on their backs, hands folded across their chests the way my husband says I sleep.

The screams are squelched. The car door opens and the creature drags the girl’s lifeless, limp body into the woods that line the road before the stillness that must come after such violence settles in.