Last night at Pursuit, where the crew and I go on Wednesday nights for worship and fellowship, we listened to the message given by our friend and pastor. He talked about light in the darkness and being that for others. But the one thing that stood out to me and that I've carried in my… Continue reading A New Verb
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Behind Closed Doors
It was overcast and rainy today. So we stayed in like you do. With even a couple of times venturing outside, things still got a little wacky today. Folks were grumpy. I might have overreacted to spilled water. The dog barked way too much at the cat outside and anytime someone made a sudden move.… Continue reading Behind Closed Doors
Come Sit By Me
After a weekend of thinking about light and darkness and all that weighs heavy on my heart in the midst of the joy and laughter of the season, this is what I continue to hear in my head as though it's on continuous play: If you have light, it will not be diminished by… Continue reading Come Sit By Me
sisters, light, and hope
she leans in close and lights the candle as the world grows dim but she is there to shed light and hold my hand her words and her silence, they both comfort me, as she knows which is needed when because she knows me she claps her hands and then grabs mine she dances… Continue reading sisters, light, and hope
Sunday’s Coming, But It’s Different for Everyone
Saturday. It's been on my mind all day today, what with today being, well, you know, Saturday. And tomorrow being Easter. And I'm wondering what that first Saturday was like, the one after the horrors and sadness of the day before. I usually do that every year about this time. I think about the day… Continue reading Sunday’s Coming, But It’s Different for Everyone
River of Birds
This afternoon after I fought back during Round 2 of the Migraine Mess, I took Miss Sophie out back to let her run her little legs off. It was a nice afternoon. I'm hesitant to get too excited, because I know what my Granny said has always come to fruition. Every. Single. Year. There will… Continue reading River of Birds
I Might Need A Nap 