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Disoriented & Unsure… When your palms burn and your heart quakes
It’s been a few months since I’ve written a word other than for professional reasons. Bear with me then, as I feel a little rusty. I honestly opened my blog up because I’m not sure how or where else to pour this out and calm my mind enough to sleep tonight. Even as I write…
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My cup overflows…
Psalms 23:5-6 You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies. You anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows. Surely your goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of the LORD forever. About two weeks ago a guest pastor…
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The vine… an idea
My dear friends, If you read any of what I write, you know it comes from an inspiration that is beyond me. Tonight an idea crystallized in my mind as a result of attending a presentation intended to help show parents how our Catholic school is preparing our 12 year olds to receive the sacrament…
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Face
Face. What is Face? I don’t mean “your” face, the one God graced you with that the world identifies you by. I mean ‘Face’ – the appearance you put on for the world to judge you by. It’s a tricky nuance, yet in many cultures your Face includes all of your outward trappings of wealth…
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On hope and love…
I remember the first time someone described for me the idea of inter-generational trauma. The concept that the pain of our parents and our grand parents, and even our great-grands affects us by altering our very DNA. The smooth twisting strands suddenly showing minor splits and fractures, not unlike a zoomed in image of split…
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Crimson…
I wore a red dress to church today. Like. SO red. Brilliantly red. Crimson. Fabulous, flirty and fun. It covered me below my knees, to my wrists, fit well, not too tight – nothing that should make any heads turn. But. Wow – people who know me had. comments. Friendly older men whom I know…
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Backsliding
You know… in my limited experience, Christians get a lot of flak from “non-believers” for their faith in God. Catholics, most especially, for their firm and unquestioned belief that the Holy Eucharist is the Lord Himself, His actual flesh transformed from a simple wafer on the altar. And yet, those who self-identify as decidedly not…
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Love is….
Lying in a hospital bed; I had sensors all over my abdomen and on my arms. Monitoring me and my child within me; my body had stopped providing him with nourishment and he was already a week past his due date. The Dr’s were going to induce. While, at the time, I wasn’t a Christian…
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There is no storm bigger than His love for you.
It’s a beautiful, bluebird day. I find myself barefoot, walking slowly up a steep incline on a sandstone butte. The ground is smooth and warm beneath my feet; I’m not on any known path, but yet my feet find their way steadily up an easy flowing route along the hills and swells of the stone.…
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The power of food and love for each other…
I LOVE to bake … for others. Nothing makes me happier than a good excuse to make a pie or a cake or custard or meal that fills other people up and invites them to come to my table and have a great conversation. I’m not a natural conversationalist; but if you’re in my home,…