Encouraging Women to Live Rooted in the Sacred
Exhausted, I stopped to catch my breath; the distance that I’d traveled was significant. I recognized the path; it had been a while, but I’d taken this route many times before. This time, though, the road was split…each side going in opposite directions. One side familiar and well-worn, the other side brambly and unbeaten. Miles of fickle sod in sight,…
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Petite, wide-eyed, spirited – she’s made herself at home, this little girl. Hers is a spacious apartment, filled with floor to ceiling windows. This shy little one lives deep within the real estate of my heart. I sometimes wonder if her apartment is bigger than my own. Truth is, she’s held a lease here much longer than I have. Many…
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Like sand in a beach pail, tiny grains of sugar softly collect, filling the canister. This particular morning is not unlike many before. I’m a southern girl and, as such, have my priorities rightly placed. God, family, sweet tea. However, this day I’m unimpressed with the empty status of my sugar bowl. There is no “sweet” in tea without…
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Twenty Octobers ago I said, “I do.” Like a wind-chased leaf, memories of that overcast autumn day in 1992 skip farther away. Hearts, of course, remember, but images are now puzzle-shaped shadows—timid fragments of scenes and feelings. A puzzle that’s grown to include many more pieces than when we began. Despite the bustling wedding story taking place that morning, a peaceful…
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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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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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