by Deb Farris | Jul 27, 2023 | Musings
“Brrr. It’s cold in here,” he says rubbing his arms after he walks through the door at the end of the day. “Remember I work in an air conditioned office.” “Sorry,” I say closing the front door. And on another evening, “Honey, why don’t you have the air conditioner...
by Deb Farris | Jul 25, 2023 | Devotions
I spent last weekend participating in the Trauma Healing Training Workshop I mentioned last week. What an experience. Who knew I still had wounds of my own that needed healing? Does it ever end? I guess it shouldn’t surprise me. If I’ve learned anything, it’s that God...
by Deb Farris | Jul 21, 2023 | Musings
He’s a projecting, guitar playing, good housekeeping kind of guy. I wouldn’t call myself a slob, there’s just always something better to do other than clean. I’m a good paper towel cleaner upper. I can wipe up the kitchen floor with a single section. He’s also my...
by Deb Farris | Jul 19, 2023 | Devotions, Mental Health, Not According to Plan
It was Saturday morning. We were having breakfast, farm fresh eggs so yellow that Todd asked, “How did you make the eggs this color?” Summer air was blowing in through the window. The neighbor had just finished mowing her lawn, the smell of fresh cut grass still...
by Deb Farris | Jul 16, 2023 | Devotions
I was tempted to sit down at my computer on the dining room table before church. Isn’t church enough time with God this morning, I wondered?, while I considered foregoing my usual quiet time. I picked up my big steaming mug of coffee from the counter and glanced at...
by Deb Farris | Jul 14, 2023 | Musings
“I could tell,” my sister said. “I heard it in your voice and knew something was wrong. What’s going on? Sorry I didn’t call you back last night…” I was still in bed the next morning. I didn’t know what to say. Or where to begin. Sometimes silence is the only way....
by Deb Farris | Jul 11, 2023 | Musings
It was the summer of ‘67, I had just turned twelve. On the evening of Sunday, July 30th, my family was returning from a camping trip when the National Guard had been called to Milwaukee to contain the disturbance, sealing off Michigan to Capital Avenues from Holton to...
by Deb Farris | Jul 5, 2023 | Devotions
I wore the wedding band with the two words “and ever” engraved on the inside on my forefinger where it was a snug fit. I would check it several times a day to make sure it was tight and push it down if it had slipped a little up. It had belonged to my dad. It’s mate,...
by Deb Farris | Jul 3, 2023 | Devotions, Musings
The towhead teenager at the airport reminded me so much of my son. He wiped his eyes after kissing his mom goodbye and pretty soon I was wiping my own. I am flying home after eight days with my sister feeling conflicted as any sister would who is saying goodbye in the...
by Deb Farris | Jun 28, 2023 | Devotions
“Come lay down beside me.” She patted the blanket by her side where pillows surrounded her, creating a nest. I laid down in the nest. “Here, hold my hand,” she said about the hands that are so much like my sister’s. I placed my hand on top of her soft skin to hold her...
