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Continue reading →: Hope in Every Season as the Sunflowers Die
As we come upon the ‘ber months as everyone seems to be calling them these days, the year is beginning to feel old. I don’t know what this year has been for you, but I know God is with you. I know you can trust Him with your heart. I know…
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Continue reading →: Motherhood by Laundry Load – a poem of transformation
it was like so many otherMondays,but now she was nearly9 months oldand I was folding laundry slow,those muslin cloths with goats and owlsand edges thick withhappy lace,my hands heavywith the sweetnessfingering through theseasonscascading in unshedtearsbehind my eyes. motherhood— I’ve never been morechangeddoing the same loadsof laundryover and over and overagain.…
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Continue reading →: For the Christian Fighting for Their Very Life (spoiler: you go free)
I want youalone,dismayed. I want youfrozen intime. I want yourlimbsunmovingand both lungsbreathless,reeling. I want youpale withterror. I want youdoubting,spiraling. I want youpreservedin shame. I want darknessechoingin your mind. I want youinsane. But I scream out for the LORD and He hears my voice. And I remember there is nothing that…
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Continue reading →: How I Spend Late Summer Days in my California Garden
In these days which are neither height of bustling summer nor invigorating rush of autumn’s beginning, I start to notice the change in light, my gaze is pushed past the withering sunflowers to the sky. I’m drawn to the the blue canopy above. Everything dying pushes my gaze up, up,…



