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Thirsty, thankful heartsraised, open cups heldaloft, receive the joy of songand words,healed in the hearing. We ferry the preciousbounty via voice andtone, conduits of the balmthat is the bounty of praise,pouring into vessels,empty to be filled. Parched lips receivethe draught and splash inthe glory drops, wash inthe words, bask inthe golden sound as it channelslife…
I met a friend recently for lunch at a park near my home, desperate for her company and encouragement. Nerves were frayed, emotions out of whack, reserve tanks anything but reserved. I apologized in advance for my undone condition. As I attempted to articulate my very frail feelings, blaming my 4 am wake-up call after…
I grew up in Southern California, in the ‘shadow’ of Disneyland. My husband’s uncle owned a home on the street behind the Park and we often sat on the hoods of our cars and watched the fireworks over the trees. They appeared at 9:00 on the dot every night in the summer. Some things…
This post was originally written in January 2013 and I have attempted several times to edit the piece to reflect some newer thoughts and recollections. Along the way the tenses have become a bit jumbled mixing past and present tense. I hope you’ll be able to navigate my thoughts. In January of 2013, I ordered…
I glance up from my desk at the Infographic I drew last year. It’s taped to the pencil holder. “One Year with God”I wrote across the top. The months are drawn in small squares around a hub like spokes in a wheel, a cycle of moments, days, weeks all adding up to a…
Emily stands tall at her desk, right hand pinching the corner of a zippered plastic bag. Plunk, clack, plunk–colored wooden pattern blocks drop in a kaleidoscopic jumble in the bag. “This was so much fun, Mrs. C! It’s the most fun we’ve had all year!” The most fun they’ve had all year. I’m not sure…