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She Called Me Gracie

She Called Me Gracie

Some people make an indelible difference in our lives. A woman named Sally was one of those people in mine. I’m sure many called her their best friend and she was surely mine. I called her Grace, she called me Gracie, to remind ourselves, she said, how much we needed...
For Our Mothers Who are In Heaven

For Our Mothers Who are In Heaven

At the hem of Christ’s cloak you wept. At the foot of Christ’s glory you bowed. At the center of centuries you stood, one with the resurrected One, who with two scarred hands, wiped away your tears. For you were convinced that neither death nor life…nor anything else...
Saturday Thoughts: What Do You Want?

Saturday Thoughts: What Do You Want?

The cat purrs against my leg. I look down at her and ask, “What do you want?” I pick her up, she wants down. I give her food, she walks away. Is life that simple? Just purr affectionately to be seen? To be, to be seen, to be…come. We can’t escape that there are...
One Spring Morning

One Spring Morning

“Valdaree Valdah rah…” he sings as we’re walking along through the neighborhood this morning. Soon enough, I realize I can’t get the tune out of my head and start humming it. It’s a beautiful morning, temperate, hazy sunlight has appeared—the sun comes in, the...
Tater Tots on Tuesdays

Tater Tots on Tuesdays

The post below was originally posted on Feb 24, 2015 and is a repost from my blog Sundays with Dad. Although it’s a very different year, it is a Tuesday and, apparently, the day for Tater Tot casseroles in my life. I made one this week (we’ll have...
Sharing the Homeward Bound Series

Sharing the Homeward Bound Series

~turning hearts toward the hope of eternity I’m a little late sharing this story that was published for Holy Week, but I’m very grateful to Jennifer Wier for including me in her HOMEWARD BOUND series. I’d feel remiss if I didn’t, plus it’s also really nice to connect...
My Jesus

My Jesus

He is like the trillium catching me by surprise in the woods, the milky white of the stars spilling across the sky, the flash of red in a forest of umbers and olives, the flames of glory in the setting sun. He is more than I ever hoped for and far exceeds what I...
When Overcome By the One Who Became

When Overcome By the One Who Became

I have come from one place, arrived here, and am now in-between here and the place I am going. I wait in my favorite room facing north with a beautiful view, all yellow and blue like Van Gogh’s Starry Night. This artist trusted his life’s work and was not led...
White Air

White Air

A song through the wind to my ears. Robin withdraws from spatting sparrows to tiptoe through white air. Wordless, sparks in mist, crystal airwaves of the morning sky land on my hood. I sense your presence, unseen and formless. Or is it here I see you? Low branches,...

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