Breathing Again

A dear friend gave us a plaque that said, “Home is where your story begins.” It is also where we live, suffer, and tell the stories that matter to us. Home is where we are called to remember all that has transpired under our roof and to anticipate another home that will be the glory…

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More At Peace

I will always be perplexed as to why hair is so deeply tied to our identity.  I also wonder why haircuts, new coloring, or any significant change throws me back to Junior High.  I am my body. I am more than my body.  But my hair sometimes seems more than me.   I couldn’t believe what I was seeing…

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Time to Dare

My husband held me back with a force he used as a defensive lineman in high school.  His face was intense and I didn’t care.  Our next-door neighbor was screaming at me and his words lit me up like a prairie fire.  As quiet and kind as I can be, this man evoked a rage in me that…

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The Rescue

It was two o’clock in the morning and I was locked into mortal combat with Jane’s electric typewriter.  My English assignment was due in class at ten o’clock and the longer I looked at the watermark of the blank 100% cotton paper with wove finish, the more I felt like I lost the ability to think,…

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Party Crowns

When I go to a party I bring enough baggage to travel Europe for a summer and never wear the same outfit twice.   I am married to a man who is an elephantine party-pooper.  Seriously, I married Eeyore when we attend a party.

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Words

Shock waves went through my entire body! “Did I say that?” Oh, dear God, how could I have been so foolish? How could I have said that? My face flushed red and my stomach ached as I swallowed with a gulp as the severity of my words rang in my ears. But what exactly had…

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Poetry, Donuts, and the Meaning of Life

Introduction to Poetry by Billy Collins I ask them to take a poem and hold it up to the light like a color slide

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Breathing In Grace

I felt foolish. I tried to not take her remark too “severely” into my heart. It wouldn’t have been good to myself given the rigorous day ahead. This poised and beautiful woman ardently said that she wasn’t fifty years old! “Oh, I am sorry,” I apologized. “I must have heard wrong. You have five children?…

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Surrender to the Now

Lists, don’t we hate lists? I mean I like them. They create order. They allow for a plan to get things done so we aren’t left in a bind later. I love them on one hand but on the other, they bring pressure and frenzy.

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When I’m Sixty Four

For the Lord sees not as man sees: man looks on the outward appearance, but the Lord looks on the heart. 1 Samuel 16:7 b (ESV) A few weeks ago, we stayed with our friends at their lake house in Wisconsin. Everything about our time together was easy and inviting.

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