A Cry in the Darkness

A Cry in the Darkness ~ six months into living in a new place ~ In this swirling maze of darkness and blind pain, How can I reach for the light? You say to reach but I am trapped within! In my heart, I weep.  My tears spill endlessly down my cheeks and stain the…

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The Light of Empathy

The downtown central library in San Antonio is lovingly referred to by locals as the “Enchilada.” The color of its skin can only be likened to the chili con carne sauce draped over a steaming plate of enchiladas. There are multiple floors to this library and extensive collections, and the most recent addition is a…

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Who Am I?

I am from perfectly made beds and nothing ever left on the floor. I come from a Scottish mother in Throckmorton, Texas. A redhead. A terror. A strong one disgruntled with life. Elva escaped the orphanage, but her two younger brothers did not. She was an adult toddler who took care of her flighty, artistic…

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Women drawn to the sacred.

When Red Tent Living began, I don’t think any of us knew what awaited us. What we did know back in those early days was that sharing our faith as women felt stifled. There wasn’t an overarching community that welcomed our experiences as women and our experiences of faith. In Red Tenting Living, our hope…

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Triumph

Against odds spring’s first sign comes winter’s coldest day. Against odds this delicate bloom breaks earth’s strong barrier. Against odds pure, white light shoves the darkness away. Against odds spring cannot come without enduring winter’s cold. Against odds she, like me, was created for this. Marit Krueger has lived in the Seattle area all her…

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Spring’s Ambivalence

An icy surface stills the stream beneath. Cold clouds cover up the warming sun. Thick blankets of snow seek to smother daffodils. Puffing winds bluff bird–songs back to nests. But change is there to choose. Will I use my voice to melt the wintry weather? And let His warmth thaw lightness to my life? My…

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Who Waits Behind The Mask

Who waits behind that mask that stares into dark space? Whose eyes plead with yours to rip off the plastic face? Whose hands yank against the cloth that holds them in their place? Whose soul cries out in fear as nightmares come in chase What was that creature’s name before it was a ghost? What…

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