Beauty in the Brokenness
By Tonya Stevenson
It was just past 4 a.m. when that awaited phone call came. " Do you want to come and see her before...
Thank Him For The Rain
by: Tonya Stevenson
He stoked the furnace up,
He drenched me in cold rain.
I, in my gloomy darkness,
Couldn't understand the pain.
My choice shelter was shattered,
My protective...