Renae Bowman

There is nothing like walking through a summer garden, in the early morning hours of the day. That short window of time before the day gets crowded and the tasks begin. To stroll amongst the greenery—touching and inspecting the gentle growths that have taken shape. To see the drops of dew on the leaves. To see the blossoms as they’re kissed by the early sun when they stretch from a night’s sleep. To breathe in the sweet aromas of all the earth is gifting to you. Mornings in

It’s been a little while. I’m sorry. Life has filled up my minutes and hours, to the point that there are very few left for anything else. But, I’ve missed you all. I truly have. I’ve missed what the words, and thoughts, and verses do collectively for our souls. Yet, you haven’t been that far from me. Prayers. Prayers for you all have filled my empty moments…truly. When I have risen, and when I have laid my head back down, you have been there in coverings to heaven. Ap