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My True Love Gave to Me

The day before Christmas, we talked about waves. My son’s call came in the early morning from a thousand miles away–I closed my eyes so he could sit beside me. It was an honest talk…..one where we let the truth rise and fall on each other. A mother...
Not Losing Hope

Not Losing Hope

The plan had been to leave on Monday and return on the following Monday but when Monday arrived, he had a fever. Not a high fever but even by one degree it puts a strain on my dad’s slight frame. “I didn’t sleep well and that always...

Who Says You’re Getting Older?

There was a turning of the tide this past Sunday. It was a day I realized that trying too hard to be good can be bad. Dad had overslept and texted to tell me he’d be late picking me up for church but still wanted to try and make it. I could have offered to pick him up...

Leaving

I stepped outside onto the deck overlooking a forest of trees. Standing above them all gave me a sense of a strong foundation, something I had for a long time struggled to admit was missing. The cool Carolina air hit my face as I turned to slide the door closed behind...

Wonder

I could see Holy Hill, the highest point in our part of the state, from my bedroom window at the farm. It was like a beacon when surrounded by the setting sun. At Christmas time, I would lie in bed and look out at it, searching for Santa’s sleigh—my eyes...

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