You came into my life like morning light, Soft and quiet, but burning bright. No thunder rolled, no angels sang, Just a beating heart the moment you sprang. I didn’t know how deep love ran, Till I saw the world through a smaller hand. Suddenly time grew sharp and fast, Every second too sacred to let it pass. You taught me strength without a fight, How silence can still hold might. How laughter heals what words can’t mend, How broken men can rise again. If I leave you anything when I’m gone, Let it be this truth to lean upon: You were never just part of my plan You made me more than I was, You made me a man. By Jason Strickland

What’s one thing, big or small, that helped you survive a hard season?

One word that describes your mood today, and one word you wish it were.

What do you do before you start writing, stare at the wall, pace, scroll, pray, procrastinate, or just jump in?