Tag: Jesus
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The Night After Christmas
Christmas is over. The house is quiet. Sheets and towels softly tumble in the dryer. The dishwasher is swooshing almost unnoticeably. Our kids and their spouses went back home. Everything moves quickly past. Even the garbage was picked up this morning. The disposable dessert plates and shreds of wrapping paper disappeared into the…
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Bitterness
I pull up the rusty gate-latch and step into a soaked garden. I am careful not to rip out the thin threads of morning glory which weave through the gate and a large part of the six food fence. Some of the purple blossoms have already closed in anticipation of the heat. For now, a…
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Feet
We were asked to write about feet in our writing class. I wondered what my feet and life would look like at the end of my journey. This is a (super)short story. “Oma, what’s wrong with your feet?” She smiles at me as she skips toward my wheelchair. I feel her…
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Frozen Light
“Meet me at the cross.” The voice wasn’t audible, but couldn’t have been more clear. As I drove into the woods, I knew where He wanted me to go. I don’t hear from God with my ears, and not often as clearly as I did that morning. Mostly, He makes Himself known to me in…
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The Wrong Mask
Recently a good friend made me a mask. I really loved it … until I wanted to put it on in public. I paused when I looked at it as I walked up to the store. Then, without hesitation, I put it back in my bag and pulled out a different one. It’s not that…
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Of Monsters and Beasts
I came in the house carried food from afar Like women of old, who shopped at bazaars. Was tired and beat from reading the signs, From standing on blue tape and waiting in lines. “How was it?” my hubs and all the kids asked. I collapsed in the chair and took off my mask. “Oh,…
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Doing Church
“Hi. My name is Heidi and I am a people junky!” I love people (for most part mostly most of them). I love them like the books I read. I try to understand them and get their point. I love them them at the dining room table and in my living room. They intrigue me,…
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I Just Returned …
I just returned from a mission trip to India (or at least that’s where I think I went). Here is what happened … ~~~~~~~~~~~ The scammers have been getting more sophisticated about tricking me to pick up the phone. When they call, my phone now regularly shows numbers of cell phones in my area. My…
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The Suffering of God
God spoke Himself into the dark, Formed part of Him from Him apart. While in His work His love made known, What wasn’t God’s would soon be shown. The suff’ring fields began to grow, For Evil came at night to sow. Among the grains of love and care Now grew a pois’nous plant, a tare.…
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The Perfect Man
Last week my niece made a gift for her single friend. Because the single friend has been wanting a good man, my niece got busy and made her a perfect guy – from cookie dough. At least that’s what he was before he got baked. Every Christmas we are told that we can crank out…
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