hope
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Prayers in the Bittersweet
The August Garden, 2023 The postscript of summer is heavy and sweet, laden with life but the vestiges hang brittle where bloom had once been so big, so soft. We feel the awkwardness of the in-between where days are warm and hot but it feels almost as if the garden is as anxious as us… Continue reading
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The Birds Sing Now
I told Ben how loud the birds were singing. It was glorious noise, all that chirping. The disjointed chorus of life after winter. Ben remarked how nice it was to have birds. Remember when I told you how little life there was up here? And his observation all those years ago was true. There was… Continue reading
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Swan Song of a Scarecrow
In a whirlwind of happiness following a long season of infertility, Sierra finds herself fearing the future, sudden loss, and figuratively holding her breath for things to fall apart. It is in these years of pregnancy, birth, and early motherhood where she deeply learns to fully embrace God’s good gifts, and to run headlong into… Continue reading
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If I Wrote a Love Story…
If I wrote a love story, I’d start it on Mother’s Day. A garden would begin from a grocery cart and a broken heart. The daisies would be half-price. There would be hope. And it would take awhile. There would be no time for cliches. There’d be too much life, too much hard, too much… Continue reading
Sierra V. Fedorko 