Now that the busy season of holidays is over and family visits cease, the cold creeps in. I live in an older home and we have a constant draft no matter how many times we weather strip our doors and windows and get our heating unit looked at. It is just cold. This time of the year seems to sit...
On days when we feel dry, weary, and unsettled…God faithfully quenches thirst and waters the weary land around us. As we grieve, mourn, and learn to live life, our faith and belief in Him will lift us up. We are praying over each family this week. Sending prayers, love, and blessings to you. When...
Each year, on this day, I want my soul friends. I want to be in their house, as in days past, munching on something Drason has cooked up, sharing a couch cushion with Sonya, watching old movies or laughing as our kids bang on tambourines and choreograph others sorts of mayhem. ...
photo credit here in the black of midnight at the Beasleys, when the house holds its breath, you feel the quiet settle over you, like a blanket. the hum of the ice maker, the click of the heater – all lull you into exhausted sleep. until. from the tiniest bed in the...
two years old and not knowing what curiosity did to that poor cat, i steadied myself against legs of ironing board and pulled hard on the cord of a sizzling iron, no doubt expecting to climb rope up to that funny table where my mama would sway her hips and hum, doing the pressing. ...
today, my words are all breathless prayers sent heavenward … tomorrow, a reflection posted here on what it means to mark a calendar year without this face. please pray, friends.
photo credit here … is a mustard seed. He will take care of the rest.
photo credit here sometimes, you learn the hard way. and so i’ll share, what i know now, with scraped knees – this kernel that i keep chewing, back of my mouth, about grieving and living and what it means to live with, not just alongside. i lost someone dear to me, again. ...
photo credit here there are places we can’t go – with our friends. try as we may, empathic as we may be, there are footprints that can only be tread by the soul wearing the soles. last week, on a day of blinding sun and spring breeze, a day when i could feel the pulse of new...
photo credit here some mornings, to breathe in is to battle. from that first moment of ceiling stare, of covers pulled to chin, you assess the day like an enemy enclosing, and you wonder if that chink you carry in your armor will hold. and you pray. this week, i woke heavy nearly every day,...
photo credit here there is a boundary line drawn across the heart of my friend, one that I dare not cross. when we are together, face to face, there are moments of silly … and then there are moments when I try, with words that she trusts come from a soul-friend, to “poke” her a bit. Sort of...
some days, a girl needs her mama. though any parent knows that 2 is the age of independence, a sick babe becomes a lap babe all over again. would you pray for Sonya and sweet Livi today? Sonya is home from work tending a little girl with a low-grade fever and sinus issues. Please pray for...
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