But Joy Comes With the Morning

But Joy Comes With the Morning

But Joy Comes With the Morning I stared up at the top of our small tent. Bedtime was hours ago, but my eyes had yet to succumb to the darkness. An inflatable mattress pad squeaked next to me, joined by another, then another. The symphony of squeaks repeated every five...
Lifetimes in Landscapes

Lifetimes in Landscapes

Lifetimes in Landscapes His wide gait pulled him across the threshold and into the room bathed in soft blues and yellows filtering through the stained glass window. Quietly, he shuffled towards a back seat.  He grew up in the foothills of the forest. Where the horizon...
Two Truths for Deep Suffering

Two Truths for Deep Suffering

Two Truths for Deep Suffering Sometimes silence is the hardest part. When those tears stream onto the pillowcase and you quietly beg God to take away the pain, but he doesn’t. When you throw in another load of laundry and your heavy heart asks him one more time for...
A Meditation on Change

A Meditation on Change

A Meditation on Change I peeled back the foil seal on the formula container in front of me. Imprisoned air molecules bolted from captivity and rushed against my face, and my hand flew to my nose in self-protection. The sour smell suffocated. Why do I have to feed this...
Seeing Through Tears

Seeing Through Tears

Seeing Through Tears    I shall look at the world through tears. Perhaps I shall see things that dry-eyed I could not see.-Nicholas Woltersorff/ Lament for a Son I’ve seen the world through a curtain of tears–a pair of lenses I can’t seem to lose or break.  They...
Humble Words

Humble Words

Humble Words Our feet crunched against the blanket of leaves on the trail. Tall trees hemmed us inside our own peaceful refuge. This time my husband and I treaded the path without six little legs to egg-on beside us. We had the trail to ourselves and a feast of...

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