Of ash trees and fireflies
Morning prayer begins as always, coffee in hand, legs tucked under. Cocooned in the worn down of the sunroom sofa I close my eyes. Without seeing, I sense the gentle sway of the ash tree’s branches towering over my garden. The sunlight flickers, waxing and waning with...True Grit in Hard Times
Strains of the first song ring out softly in our dimly lit family room. You go before I know That you’ve gone to win my war You come back with the head of my enemy You come back and you call it my victory I stop my reading and look at my daughter curled up next...
I’m Bonnie and I’m a hope hunter. I hunt for hope in the hard seasons of life, believing beauty can be found everywhere, even in the brokenness.
On these pages, I write about life in all its beauty and messiness, convinced that hope glimmers even in the darkest of shadows.
Learn more on my About Page.
COMING APRIL 2021
