Millie Dersch

“Tell us a ghost story, Lindsay!” “Yeah, you’re so good at it! Please?” The small voices of my cousins and I echoed through the tiny room built onto the backside of my

Jay loosened his collar and gulped in the stale dusty air. Why did he have to be the one to do the rounds in this creepy old building? It’s because I’m

Resting in You. Trusting in You. Content in You.         What do I really want from You? Are my desires correctly placed? What brings me satisfaction in life?         Is it You?         Oh Lord,         May

Our journey often leads To places we know well, To places often trod With heavy footsteps fell.           Our journey often leads To places yet unknown, To places left untouched Where never seed was