Katherine Henson, penning as k.e. She self-published her first book, “wildflowers: the first collection” in 2016. Katherine has been writing for as long as she can remember, and it is both her love language and preferred choice of communication. For Katherine, writing has been a way to escape and discover; through body image issues, depression, anxiety, and loss Katherine has used her words as a way to be honest with herself, while also helping others understand that they are not alone.

Psalm 143 and a coffee shop

She sat in the corner table. It was her favorite place to just stop and watch the world go by. For once, it wasn't her who was rushing through the day, just hoping to make it to noon. She intertwined her feet with the legs of the barstool, cradled her head on her hand, and in rushed a calm over her mind. 

As her headphones echoed "look what you did to me autumn. I'm a leaf that's gone falling free", there was peace. She felt this wave wash over her, bringing goosebumps to her heart. The weight under her eyes lifted as the rhythm echoed, and fell as she whispered:

Teach me to do your will,
for you are my God;
may your good Spirit
lead me on level ground.

Psalm 143:10

She knew, in that moment, that this was a game changer. It was time to switch up the battle field, and hand over the game plan. 


You wouldn't be able to see the way these simple words in front of her sent those goosebumps to every inch of her body and soul.

But, oh what a peace you have planted deep within these words! What a promise you have weaved into Your will - Your plan for little 'ole us. 

David started out with a cry to the Lord for answers, and guidance, and strength. He needed some help, He needed to know that God could hear him. That the devil wasn't running the show. That he was not alone. That the enemy would not triumph over him. David needed to know. 

Let the morning bring me word of your unfailing love,
for I have put my trust in you.
Show me the way I should go,
for to you I entrust my life.

Psalm 143:8

So did she. For so long she had been searching for a reminder, a banner, a shout from the skies that she was heard. That the commotion of her own heart wasn't going to win. She needed to know, in that coffee shop, that she was going to be okay. 

And guess what? She was going to be okay. 


The morning turned into the noon, and the coffee shop began to bustle with a little more life, but with feet still intertwined with her barstool, she placed one hand within the other, laced her fingers together, and she let her heart weep with praise for the Author of her life. The One whom she sought after all of her days. The One who was leading her. He was changing up the game for her, and she was ready.

I spread out my hands to you;
I thirst for you like a parched land.

Psalm 143:6

That coffee shop was nothing special. That day was nothing special. But that girl? That girl was something special. The whole world would know it one day. She would know it one day.  

That day was just the beginning. Those moments were just the beginning, and like the autumn leaves, she had gone falling free. 

A game changer, people.

a love letter to the heartbroken sixteen year old

Lighthouse

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