Timarie Friesen
Writing, Reading, Following Jesus


 

I descended, lowering into a tidepool, clutching the side of a rock. The gentle waves held power. Was I a fool to trust the sea’s mercy?

What do you see when a slow, fifteen minutes are yours to keep?

Deep in a shadowy forest, the hobbit climbs a tree to discern his location.

She was late getting to the train station, too late for a suitable seat.