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Do I have to have a title?
How to title something when I’m not sure exactly what to write…? For weeks now I have had different ideas flitter through my mind like so many dust motes. Light and bright they float through the air space in my brain (as I type that I hear every dumb-blonde joke my Dad ever lobbed my…
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Helpless to help… and so, so sad
Come, Holy Spirit, help me to write the words my heart is achingly filled with tonight. The images etched in my mind that hold me back from smiling to my friends or socializing with people whom I care so very deeply for. Why? Lord, oh God, why? If you are reading this, join me in…
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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…