She lived on the streets. But she did not need an orphanage. She needed a home. She did not need a shared bed in a suffocatingly hot dorm room, with rats running the rafters over her head. She needed a …
Category: Aleassa Writes
The Girl Who Complained About Snow
Five years ago today. I look at this old picture and I see so many things. I see a guy who has always been willing to do anything for anyone, and never complains about it. I see a lot of …
Coffee With Sprinkles Book List 2019
In 2018, I challenged myself to read 52 books. That may sound like a crazy amount of reading to some, and to others, it may not seem like much of a challenge at all. In my case, it was difficult …
Our Top 20 (ish) Reads of 2018
My book list wasn’t exactly strategic last year. It had been several years since I had consistently read anything that wasn’t a blog or school related, so my strategy was more or less “just dive in anywhere and see where …
Reflecting on 2018 “52 Weeks of Stillness”
In many ways, the year has flown by, and in others, it seemed quite long. Can anyone else relate? I focused on “Stillness” this year, and it was a year of quiet, healing, introspection, reading, study, and rest. (Except when …
Why Not?
I read recently that November is Defend the Orphan month. The Bible is very clear that we are always to defend the fatherless. So what exactly does the word “defend” mean? The 1828 dictionary defines it this way: “To drive …
On Falling and Letting Go
Years ago, there was a tree in our front yard whose leaves turned a deep, gorgeous red every Autumn. We lived in a split-level home and the branches of the tree were eye level with our living room window. One …
Just a Sec
Hi, I’m Aleassa, and sometimes, I write on a very little blog called Coffee With Sprinkles. I haven’t shared on it in awhile, and I thought I would take just a sec to share my current thought process. This has …
God Is Good
There are moments when heartaches like sea billows roll. In the waves, God is good. There are days when physical pain is too much to handle, and tears of weakness fall. In the pain, God is good. There are times …
My Lost Boys of Honduras
In a Neverland of misty mountains, cloud forests, and a thousand shades of green, there is a subculture of boys who will never grow up. Boys who will never see more than a glimpse of childhood, yet will never understand …
