Ponderings from the Pond 5: Empty

This time it’s strange. Normally. I feel suffocated.  Go outside. To breath.  Feel alive again.  Go out empty. Needing filling. But, this day, I stroll outside.  Man made walls. With both hands full. Not empty. Camera in one hand. Disappointment in the other. Waking up to.  Coffee creamer.  Non-existent. Settling.  With Chai Tea and light Vanilla Soy Milk. […]

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Taking Back Childhood. Then, Giving it Away.

I have been here before. When hair was turned back.  Kept flat by pigtails restraining me from life. But this time, I have a pigtailed one of my own.  And two nearly grown.  Here beside me. Rocks make “C” shape around the wild sea.  And I step out onto white sand seeping deep within my toes. […]

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When You Can’t Sleep. And Prayers Aren’t Enough.

A cock-a-doodle do reminds me that morning is coming. Sun peering over the horizon. Barely. And I cannot sleep. It’s my teen.  I worry.  And I think about her far too much. And to be honest.  It is tough.  Taking each child.  Each moment.  Each hour.  And trusting. Placing them carefully, wholeheartedly, intentionally…..in God’s hands. Yet, […]

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Facing Trials: When Life Offers You Weeds

 When life offers you a field of weeds. Take what’s there.  And do like the feathered ones do.   Look for opportunity.   Because sometimes.  In the greenest, most fertilized settings. IS the blessing. …….Even if dandelions appear. So, don’t ignore those unwanted hindrances. Denying them.  Devour their presence. And let them nourish you.  To life.   To […]

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When Music Heals & a Broken Girl Finds Jesus.

It lingers. Song of healing. Past the laundry room.  Down the hall.  From her room. The broken one.  Mending. And she is not who she used to be. Any longer. Quiet. Scared.  Fearful. Hiding behind a smile draped across her hurting. Today.  Our eyes can meet.  And I can see her soul.  Barely.  More at some […]

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Finding Faith in an Internally Scared Child

Does an hour go by. On any given day.  That she doesn’t show me her wounds?  A cut.  A scrape.  A tummy ache.  Needing me to stop and take some time to.  Ask questions? Learn? Listen? Knowing…. The wounds that can’t be seen are those most great of all.  The one’s that band-aides will never heal….those […]

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