I open Facebook. Just got news. Asked to do something that pierces all confidence. How can I….how can any of us….stand tall,when we have been so small for so long? How do we rise when life has been hammering us, continually forcing us not to rise….Not to speak. Not to be. Like dust sitting idly on […]
People Don’t Wear Pricetags. You Are God’s Poem. UNITE Link Party
My second grader has been learning the “rules” of drawing lately. Straight lines, full bodies, stick-like hair on people. She even has changed her sunshine’s to shooting rays, instead of zig-zag lightening bolt-like rays, shooting out in all directions. She is learning really fast…“Stay in the lines. Obey the rules. Fall in place. Look, act, […]
The Bridge to Head Over Heals, In Love Relationship
According to Universe time…my husband and I knew each other about three seconds before getting married and starting a family. We were in our early twenties, being children in every sense of the word. Survivalist searching for a fairy-tale love, some romantic fulfillment that promises, “Love does exist”. But while offering our lives to work, serving […]
Seeing God in the Stranger Who Sleeps in the Shadow of the Steeple.
We walk the streets of Vancouver B.C. Porches and vintage automobiles buzzing by speedily. Dull eyes, busy feet beat the streets here in this late night, city life. Dresses, heals, and suits in the latest fashions, stop and look at their imagine in the mirrors of the store fronts. I sympathize. I used to be one […]
What is Worship? In 5 Minutes Flat
Good morning everyone! Today I am trying something I haven’t done lately. It is for (in)Courage. It is a challenge given by Lisa Jo Baker. The challenge is to turn on the alarm in my kitchen and write for 5 minutes flat. Absolutely NO re-do’s, editing, or re-writes because I don’t like what I jotted down. I have […]
The Angel In The Bookstore. And When Color Draws People Together.
With writing overdue, swimming, infant respite this summer…I just couldn’t make one more decision. “Where do you want to go? School shoes shopping or the the bookstore?” Husband had been working late, it was well after dinner and I just didn’t want to go home. I thought for sure my seven year old would pick shoes. […]