by Deb Farris | Dec 23, 2022 | Advent, Devotions
“What was so special about your wife?” Dr. Marsha Fieldstone asked Sam. “How long is your program?” Sam asked Dr. Marsha Fieldstone. “There were a million tiny things…” “How did it happen?” “I was just taking her hand to help her out of a car and I knew. I was...
by Deb Farris | Dec 22, 2022 | Advent, Devotions, Nature, Uncategorized
Joy, how do we meet with you? How are you made manifest In the fury? Where do you begin and, tell me, Will you ever end? Are you like the broken iceberg Weighted by the storm, loosened From the shore, now set afloat and free? Or are you like the waves that make...
by Deb Farris | Dec 21, 2022 | Advent, Devotions
O that we would have eyes to see the beauty within each other’s eyes and know the longing within each other’s sighs. O that we would have eyes to see the One who has no form within each other, until what is a mystery or lacking meaning, with new eyes would see and...
by Deb Farris | Dec 20, 2022 | Advent, Devotions
In the night, when ego has fled, self sinks into bed and soul rises to its Keeper. Motives awakened, He traces His fingers across dreams, morning separating night, joints from marrow, soul from spirit. Is it strange that He gives talents and abilities then uses...
by Deb Farris | Dec 17, 2022 | Advent, Musings
It was eleven degrees outside and still dark. We were drinking coffee. “Did you really write that? A wee Babe’s face? Todd asked after I read him my poem. “I did. You don’t like it?” “Wee?” “What?” “We don’t talk that way,” he said attempting a Scottish accent. “A...
by Deb Farris | Dec 15, 2022 | Faith, Haiku, Musings
I turn the handle On the faucet, icy cold Water pours into The sink, and then I Notice the ladybug. In Seconds it’s pummeled, Wings spread wide as it Tries to fly. Imagine that Tiny bug staying Afloat. It circles One way and then the other Almost losing the Battle....
by Deb Farris | Dec 13, 2022 | Family, Musings, Writing
A letter I have been waiting for came in the mail today. I waited to open it ‘til Todd got home, a sort of celebratory thing, you know? He looked through the mail when he walked in and said, “Library of Congress.” I said, “Yeah, kind of feels like I’m a real writer,”...
by Deb Farris | Dec 10, 2022 | Advent, Devotions, Poetry
Fanny sleeps, Mary Watches as Todd fixes the Window that blew off The house. I breath in The scent of pine and coffee And wonder if there Was a send-off. I Look at the lights on our tree And wonder if Christ Met with Moses or Walked with the Father beside Glistening...
by Deb Farris | Dec 1, 2022 | Advent, Devotions, Family, Writing
Fannie and I had a big outing to the Post Office this week. I thought ahead, and stocked up on Christmas stamps while I was there. Last year, I sent out all the cards from the boxes that had collected in the attic over the years, so I still need cards. My parents were...
by Deb Farris | Nov 29, 2022 | Advent, Devotions, Poetry, Writing
No, no Advent Calendar this year. But I am writing during this beautiful time of preparation. Total disclosure, I am still battling the cold I caught two weeks ago. I missed the first Sunday of Advent Service. I watched on-line but it’s not the same as sitting...
