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The Sunday She Didn't See Coming

There he stood, hammer in hand, working diligently next to his step-father, this boy she loved more than life itself. As she watched from a safe distance, gazing, as only a mother can, at the beauty of her son, she was reminded once again that He was not like the...

Wings

  A girl once walked, with shoulders hunched And every step a chore Her eyes so dull, her mouth turned down Each day a living war. The load she carried on her back Was heavy, ragged, old The sweat poured from her effort But her heart was turning cold. She no...

And The Sand

(Think Oregon beaches with their massive boulders in the sand.) Mmmmmmmm…she loved everything about it. The smell. The feel. The sight. Even the taste. The salty water that left its flavor on her lips after a day of splashing and a trace of residue on her bare...

Barefoot Heart

There is something about being barefoot that feels so free.  So childlike.  To go out in the front yard to water flowers or greet a neighbor with nothing but skin on my feet, feeling the cool tickle of the grass underneath them. To let my bare toes feel the warmth of...

Change Of Clothes

(I gotta be honest…I am exhausted beyond belief and my body is retaliating.  Three more days ’til we fly out to CA.  Until then there is still much to do.  But today, I am asking Jesus to help me “change clothes”…) Weary shoulders don the...