This morning, Lindsey just took my breath away with her words. Please check out her beautiful and hopeful post. “What a blessing it was to read here, Lindsey … THANK YOU!” ~~~ Dawn is an old woman creaking out of bed this morning. Her rosy fingers are slow to pull back the covers. Her sigh is cold at the window. I rise into slippers and wool and spilled coffee, the morning still grey as I patter about the house. This year has seemed slow to dawn too, at least in… Read more Rise Heart →
For almost two weeks he laid there on the side of the road. He was probably flung overboard by a buckled child who was desperately kicking around for some freedom.… Read more On Being Seen →
I feel for the carpeted edge of the stairs with socked toes and make sure not to spill the steaming coffee on my way down. The house is still. It’s… Read more Of Donkey Kong and Saving Lives … →
How often do I empty the ordinary of its grandeur –Toss the light of creation power into the darkness of my ignoranceHow often do I mistake the moon and the… Read more A Speck of Dust – Reflections from my Desk →
I sit in the dark of a dawning morning, trying to plan the day, when to put the casserole in and if I should skip the fresh salad. As I… Read more The Table →
I love the stillness of a quiet house in the early morning. Everyone is sleeping and my coffee steaming while I write. Ever-so-slowly a new morning is poking through the… Read more The Measure of Success →
Let’s take a walk into the night, Come to the fields with me.No man-made glitz, no city lightsHere blind your eyes to see. They say this universe so vastBegan by… Read more The Song →
I met Shauna on the radio a few years ago. Well, I never met her in person, but when I heard her speak about her desire to “help worn out… Read more Of Remarkable Hope and Beacons of Fire →
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