The Older Man and The Younger Man

As I stood there, I watched the two men walk away down the path from the patio, pass the lilies, to the driveway. The older one being led by the younger one. I never had noticed that their heads were shaped similarly with the same balding spots on their respective crowns. The older one’s back […]

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7/09/2022

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Saints Don’t Fully Die

Yesterday, my husband and I had the privilege of attending a funeral service for a saint. The woman’s whose body laid in the casket at the front of the intimate sanctuary, deserved all the honors and accolades that were spoken. The preacher, her son, likened her life to that of Tabitha’s in Acts 9. Despite […]

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2/08/2021

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Brokenness

Small shards and bulky hunks of jagged glass sprayed across the kitchen’s hardwood floor. That particular glass has survived half a dozen moves over 21+ years of use. However, the air drying dishes shifted somehow on the mat and the glass was now in pieces, broken on the floor. The kitchen clock is broken too. […]

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10/20/2019

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Love, Life and Loss

I finished the novel on Sunday afternoon.   It was good.    It is over 48 hours later and I am still thinking about it.    I didn’t see the plot twist coming until it hit me as I wiped the tears from my cheeks. The author did his job. I am an “all in” […]

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Life and Death and Christmas

Three days after Christmas I sat in a sanctuary still beautifully decorated for the Christmas season. Greenery and candles with white lights were intermingled along the stage in an elegant way. To the left hand side, surrounded by the decorations was a simple feeding trough, manger with a doll wrapped in swaddling cloths, Baby Jesus. […]

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Tangled Raw

The tangle of conflicting intertwined emotions weighs heavy on my sternum. Some angles are sharp and literally, physically hurt when they rub against my inside. Mostly the mass just seems to ache until I can find some sort of distraction to numb the damaged spot. Christmas is usually filled with mostly happy thoughts and memories. […]