He stands imposingly in the doorway.Broad shouldered, darkly staring me down.
Accusing. Glaring. Denouncing.
I steal a look at him and run weakly to my hiding spot,
like an injured rabbit.
Where my eyes grow bloodshot hot
and my heart red heavy.
Foolish. Scared. Embarrassed.
It seems impossible to face him.
To go up against him nose to nose.Confident. Empowered. Believing.
I would rather not take the risk.
And turn inward.
Quiet. Paralyzed. Numb.
Or I would rather fight him like a crazy woman.
Swing my fist into his jaw, hair flying insanely.
Wild. Angry. Hurt.
Instead.
I will pick myself up.
I will walk calmly towards him.
I will give him a steel look in the eye.
Mouth set, I will say firmly,
"Move over. I am coming through."
Faith-filled. Moving forward. Expecting God's best.



















I love Maya's picture of her family playing tic tac toe.
and here is L.J.'s picture. Read the bottom of the page: "My family likes to have fun together. Here is a picture of us. We are on a trip on a pirate ship." There is even a cannon firing and I believe we are holding guns. I hope that is Tom up on the mast.
