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A Tattered Worker
Desolation and isolation close in on me. I wake every hour through the night, and wake in the morning wondering if God wants me to engage in more Zoom meetings. I know He is there when two or more are gathered in His name and crying out to Him. Or is this the time to...
Seeing Between the Lines
I used to draw and paint. I used to sing, I used to play…the piano. Now I work and rest, I worship. I write and when I leave this life I wonder if I will leave everything unfinished. When we are given a certain ability and it is not used, is it removed like the...
Child of Wonder
Day 11 Deb’s Advent Calendar It’s eleven degrees outside and still dark. We’re drinking coffee and Fannie is chewing on her new pig toy. Mary is watching. “Did you really write that? A wee Babe’s face’?” Todd asks after I read him my poem. “I did. You don’t like...