thoughts on resurrection

  [photo credit here]   i’ve seen  resurrection  with my own eyes.   if you know my soul-friends, you’ve seen it, too.   i don’t mean the body – don’t send your news vans and paparazzi; i mean something deeper.   i have seen the dead rise  and limp on, and i’ve seen them...

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the new has come …

photo credit here   It’s a time for resolutions — for burying vices and resurrecting good intentions. It’s a time for renewal – for a clean slate, a fresh start, a new beginning. It’s a time for hope – that last year’s pain might be crumpled alongside Christmas wrappings and discarded...

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the superman

photo credit here there’s a reason  that Hollywood keeps making superhero movies.   here it is:  we keep watching them. why?   my humble opinion: because the good guy wins.   not so in life.   we trudge daily through a world where beauty is marred by brokenness, where headlines...

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the not knowing …

photo credit here   so if you’ve seen our Sonya lately, you know that what once was a tiny secret is now a great place to rest her morning chai.   a baby will be born – this very week, if doctor’s predictions are to be believed – and i, for one, am completely wrecked not knowing if it...

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beauty wins

photo credit here   if not for my bad attitude, i wouldn’t have noticed …   i was doing the passenger-seat-pout, a pose you married folk (or surly teenagers) might know well.   it typically involves an argument, the remnant of which is still hovering, like the scent of a tree-shaped air...

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more to love

photo credit here   it’s a catch phrase we use – with a wink and a smile – when we’ve put on a couple of pounds.  pair it with an elbow bounced against husband’s ribs and a playful swing of the hips and you get the picture.   but what if those pounds aren’t just the chocolate croissant...

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chasing after rest

yesterday i took a nap.   it was a spiritual experience.   slumping toward the end of a task-driven week, i found myself irritable and unable to focus – not unlike my 3 year-old, whose afternoon nap is often the deciding factor between a pleasant family dinner and an evening of gnashing...

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