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My husband and I recently spent some time away for our anniversary and I discovered that in confined quarters–our all in one room on the island–it’s hard to find personal space. My husband’s solution? To not having to listen to me all the time? Turn off his hearing aids. Smile. It made me think about…
Most mornings when I get ready for my day I have a pair of earrings in mind that I want to wear. I am no organizer of said jewelry–I do not have racks or dividers or containers arranged by color or strand. No little holders for the hoops here and the studs there…. All of…
Some of the most delicious morsels we consume are not the meals we partake of but rather the nourishment of words which speak to our souls. When you are the oldest of five children with alcoholic parents, life is tenuous and uncertain, to say the least. Rocky around the edges and loosely glued together by…
I was thinking, Father, yesterday in worship, with my hands upraised in prayer and thanks, how like a container I’ve been this week. Empty, needing to be filled, a hollowed out space hollering for help. I’ve been stuck, stagnant, stewing by myself drowning in unmoving water. And you showed me, Lord, how like a…
Keep us, Lord, hungry for truer things. Keep us thirsty for life your living water brings. Keep us searching for You, the Spring. Keep us wanting to worship You, our King. Give us ears that sense Your voice, Eyes to see beyond the noise Hands that serve and choose to rejoice…
Garden going in day May 2013 I feel bad about my cucumbers. Truly. They are my favorites–lemon cukes–so called because of their shape (round) their color(yellow) and their size (small). This year I have planted them three times. THREE. First time was a seedling–I know, cheating–but it was necessary jumpstart in my book. It was…