faith
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Still, Small Voice
Do you hear it too? The pounding, incessant and reverberating. The clashing, a tinny noise of metal on metal, echoing and loud. All the noise around me beats and crashes like drums and cymbals in my mind every day. Not an… Continue reading
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The Chime of our Lives
Occasionally, the stars will align and I find myself sitting for a spell on my front porch. Anyone living the busy life will know just what a gift this is, which is why it felt a bit like Christmas in… Continue reading
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Gilding the Lily – #4: The Bee’s Knees
Spring has slowly been making its presence known here in southern West Virginia. Grass is brightening from brown to emerald green. Daffodils have shot up in cheeky clumps and random places. The days trend warmer each week, and on the… Continue reading
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A Song of Hope
I was recently confronted with the idea that if we could understand bird speech, we might hear a tirade against humanity and our dragging of the world into sin. This was said tongue in cheek, with a bit of a… Continue reading
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Truth for Aching Hearts
Sometimes we can see heartache coming,Like standing on the tracks,Watching a train barreling towards usBracing for impact. Other times it hides in camouflage,Lurking in the shadows,Dragging us down into darkness deep,Helpless in its throws. The trauma of a loved one’s… Continue reading
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Heralds of Hope
It’s daffodil season. Earth, bare and brown from the winter’s rest, has sprouted with bursts of bright green and yellow. Daffodils are delightfully unpredictable. Sometimes they pop up where they were carefully planted; in a bed or along a fence… Continue reading
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Sometimes, “Late” is the Perfect Timing
This morning was wrapped in worries and tied with a big bow of “what ifs?”. I sat for a good part of the morning in a doctor’s office…never a good place to be…with my twelve year old son. A month… Continue reading
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Scent from Above
One whiff. We’ve all experienced it. A scent, as familiar as our own skin, catches us off guard. One brief smell, and we’re in another time and place. Or maybe it’s more vague and the smell is attached to more… Continue reading
Longing & Belonging 