I Don’t Want to Miss Him

Silence blankets the earth as the rising sun peeks over the horizon. Crisp air already smells like the sounds of summer. Feathered friends announce the morning light, as my heart wakes to the fullness of His peace running over my sleepy eyes. I used to chase the noise, live in the city with siren’s bellowing; music, […]

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What If We Could Really See?

Tiny hands stop in the sunlight, bend towards beauty, and snap purple clover from the over-grown pasture. They see no urgency of purpose, no hate on social media, no worry from the world imploding, hindering their beauty hunt. And I have said it before, “What if we all were hunters of beauty?” Seeking the good in […]

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While We’re All Sitting Here Waiting….

Night sky streaked with soft pinks and powder blues, whisping with stretched-out clouds, lacing the beautiful evening in a way that says, “I am here”. Baby bunnies fill my morning lawn. A chipmunk leaps to the one bird feeder I placed in our weeping tree. He flies from the branches, dances along the edges, then spins […]

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A Message to You, Right Where You Are

I see you, sitting there, holding tight, looking for specks of light, to shine inside the dark. I see your ache, the pain you’ve gained, the questions lingering, weighing you down. I see your song, growing dim. The tune that once rose, now lost in melodies of someone else’s message. I see what you’ve lost, in […]

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The Chessboard of Life

A shallow cry in the middle of the night. Face pressed to carpet. In the sealed-off fortress of a bedroom, where nobody sees. The world demands, commands answers. And finding the concrete, stabbing the truth in a bunch of lies is like harpooning a fly in the middle of mosquito season. Far too many feelings buzzing […]

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Need Something to Hold Onto?

My Catholic-raised husband used to tell me, “There is a fine line between loving and respecting someone.” When we love somone else, we respect them. When we respect another person, it’s an act of love. Little did I know that message would be prophetic in nature, predicative of culture, a lesson that would be reaped, years […]

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