…The Rest Is His Story

soulscribbles

Emotional snapshots of faith, growth, and the quiet moments in between.

  • A Word Without a Soul

    If I could permanently ban one word from general usage, it would be “normal.” It is a word without a soul — a linguistic vacuum that quietly drains the vibrancy from the human experience. It masquerades as truth, as if… Continue reading

  • Good News Looks Good on Me

    You get some great, amazingly fantastic news. What’s the first thing you do? I’d blink a few times, slow — like I’m clearing fog from a windshield. I’d look around the room, searching for something out of place. My brain… Continue reading

  • The Many Souls of My Feet

    I wish I could say I have one favorite pair of shoes. But maybe the beauty is that I don’t. There isn’t just one pair.There’s one epic journey — and within it, a rotating cast. A quiet ensemble living in… Continue reading

  • Confessions of a Texas Hardened Criminal

    I have a confession to make. I am a hardened criminal. Not because of that Texas roll at a stop sign last Tuesday — you know, the kind where you respectfully acknowledge the sign but don’t fully commit — but… Continue reading

  • Boundaries with Benjamin

    Dear Money, We’ve had a pretty toxic relationship. You act like I want to spend all day thinking about you. You keep showing up, trying to call the shots, tempting me to center my life around you. But let’s be… Continue reading

  • The House With No Blueprint

    From my beautiful flower garden,you will see glowing arched windows appear on the second floor—but inside, they are nowhere to be found. You enter through heavy, hand-carved oak doors,their iron hinges moaning like old violins… And then—the relaxing sounds of… Continue reading

  • The Book That Refuses to Be Finished

    I think there are sixty-six of them. Some are poetry.Some are history.Some are letters written from prison cells and dusty roads—and enough wisdom to keep you coming back for more. I have read these books many times. Each time, I… Continue reading

  • Leisure, Taken Apart

    Leisure has changed for me. It’s not what it once was. In leisure, I do not sit still.I float beside my thoughts. A violin, a gentle piano, hums somewhere—even if no one is playing it. Art leans in through my… Continue reading

  • If I Could Un-Invent Something

    It would be the speed. The way everything learned how to rushbefore we did. I don’t wish away phones, or the internet, or the ability to connect.I just wish we hadn’t trained ourselvesto respond before we reflect,to react before we… Continue reading

  • Sole Mates — The Second Sock Store

    The Problem Every home has a drawer full of lonely socks.Every dryer has never been held accountable.No one is taking responsibility. Until now. Sole Mates Sole Mates is a retail store dedicated exclusively to single socks—specifically the abandoned, widowed, mysteriously… Continue reading