Nobody is simply waiting for the scraps of attention that somebody might toss her way. Leftover pieces of affection that she can scrape from the dirt and call her own.
https://www.flickr.com/photos/121448272@N02/shares/9CFR5N Just as the Starbucks fiasco about those blasted red mugs began to cool, Paris exploded. The Middle Eastern Refugee Crisis came barreling back. This post began as a satirical piece about the red mugs and the refugee crisis and radical Jesus, but with the division in our world right now, I did some editing. The last thing [...]
Dear Church, I'm not sure if you are listening. I'm not sure what you do behind your walls. I've never been there, you know? Never sure who was invited, or what to wear, or how to talk. And, I'm sure that I don't look like someone who would ever wander into your building. But I've [...]
Dear John. I arrived at the rescue house last night and it was full of girls, like me. Some older. Some younger. But, all of them wear the 'for sale' sign in their eyes. We don't shed our price tags easily. You never asked me how old I am. 15. Do you remember 15? [...]
It is a difficult thing to see a place laid to waste. Where there was once life and laughter and activity, now there is nothing but a hollow chasm and the whistle of the wind chills the bones and the soul. It is a desolate thing, this place that once held such promise, but now [...]