Dayspring. An interesting word, don’t you think? Have you ever considered it? I like it. It’s poetic and gentle ~ yet, strong and full of power. I recently became curious about this word, so I looked it up in the dictionary. Here is what I found: day·spring [dey-spring] noun, Archaic. dawn; daybreak. That’s pretty. But “Archaic”? Hmmmm. I suppose that the…
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I am Known
Starting over is never easy. New cities, new roads. New churches, new doctors. New Friends. In reality, making new friends is one of the sweet gifts of moving, but, I’m finding that this time around, I’m really missing the comfort of being “known”. Friends you’ve had for years – they have a frame of reference for the things that you…
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A Girl I Once Knew
Doesn’t really seem like it was that long ago….. I once knew a girl who had a baby boy…a beautiful blond-haired, blue-eyed little one he was. Her heartbeat, she called him. Then two and a half years later, that girl I knew, she had another darling son. This one, olive-skinned with the biggest eyes you’ve ever seen on a baby…
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One Size Fits All
The blinking cursor on the facebook screen asks “What’s on your mind?” I wonder how the status updates would change if people were instead asked: “What’s on your heart?” My heart has been so heavy lately; feeling like silly putty – stretched and distended. How apt the familiar term “heavy-hearted” is. I’m not even sure how to put the aching…
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Right on Time
Goodbye Cornfields…..Hello Carolinas. Goodbye hamster wheel….hello normalcy. Only problem is that, after all of these years of disquiet, I’m struggling with grasping “normal” again. I believe that all-things-considered, it’s “normal” for me to not remember normal, but I’m impatient. I don’t want to wait the year, or however long it will take, to get to where I trust that…
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The Stuff That Dreams are Made of…
Where is it written that life has to be perfect in order to be blessed? Today I am feeling very grateful for my imperfect, blessed life. Would I prefer that my husband wasn’t spending Monday through Friday in Connecticut? Heck yeah. I hate this back and forth thing. We feel like human yo-yos. It’s rough. BUT, I am blessed…
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