Girl Meets Change

Girl Meets Change

I am the girl and over the course of the past few months – or year, really – I continue to run into change. Sometimes we bump shoulders, sometimes I introduce myself and we shake hands cordially, and sometimes I am a wallflower looking for any means of...
Searching for Sunday

Searching for Sunday

Two days ago I sat in a black swivel chair and tried not to move my head as the scissors snipped close by. Not even five minutes into the appointment, our conversation turned to trusting God for the future. She wrapped my wet hair in a towel and as I sat down, the...