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Someone once asked her the question where Jesus was in her darkest moment. As her mind pondered the answer she sat back and allowed an old memory to grab hold of her. Suddenly she was there, standing. The hallway with pale coloured walls stretched out in front of her. The solitary door on her left offered temporary escape. She grabbed the handle and went inside. Kneeling down on the white bathroom floor… Read More
A power presses against you holding you up. Despite yourself you start to fly. It is the wind little bird. Do you feel it? Can you believe and choose not to be afraid? It is who you are little bird, and how you were meant to be. You are meant to soar above the chaos. Look down, around and discover. Little bird, do you see the limits of the sky? See the… Read More
One day at work I sat in a coworkers office. I was distracted by the bare walls and lack of art work. There were no pictures, and even worse no windows. Feeling stifled I decided to draw them a picture. I just didn’t know what to draw. So, I shyly asked what their favourite flower was. They told me it was a peony and that their favourite colour was pink. I took… Read More
You…my little laugh, my Happy, and sometimes my sad. My run into my arms reminder that Im a safe place. You’re the “go away Mommy!” You need your space. The little mirror that shows me my ways. A copy cat who repeats every phrase. My eventual forgiveness. A special kind of grace. You see me as beautiful. I can see it in your face. In you, is your father. In you, is me. It’s… Read More
It’s there lurking in your pocket, purse or hand. You never leave home without it. It’s always close. You let it inside of your most valuable moments. You take it to the bathroom. It’s there when you brush your hair. You place it next to your bed as you sleep or, make love. You take it on dates. Dinners for two are now dinners for four. It’s near to you when you… Read More
When I was a little girl, my Dad would give me a thimble sized cup of coffee, or he would scoop up some of his own coffee in a creamer container. To me, it was a small taste of adulthood. Coffee was a warm invitation to maturity and comfort. Through this, coffee became for me, a rich connection point over long talks and sunny mornings. When my age crept into the double… Read More
This morning our daughter asked me to go into the living room to play dinosaurs with her. I was busy minded and instead of going to play I got up and started making a much needed pot of coffee. I should have went. Her dad went instead. I usually think he should go because he has a special knack for being able to play that makes him so much fun. From the… Read More
Wonders & Blunders 