right, wrong, and grace

But over the past ten years, God has been peeling. Peeling and peeling the layers of me. And I am confronted often by who I think I should be and who I am.

And why.

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blessings for the broken part three

The endless gray sky feels forever like 11 o’clock in the morning . . .
no sun to guide and you must check your watch to remind you of the passing of the hours.

Night ebbs slow. Day is a fading in and out of light. Artless.

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blessings for the broken, part two

Library of Congress, Prints & Photographs Division, FSA/OWI Collection, LC-USF34-041923-E

We used to wear our grief.
Black for a day, a month, a season, a year . . .
To show loss.
To let the world around us know we carried sorrow.
Appearance had meaning.

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blessings for the broken, part one

Library of Congress, Prints & Photographs Division, FSA/OWI Collection,LC-DIG-fsa-8b27011

The breaking was just as much for me as it was for him.
I see it now. I saw it then.
But my eyes are are slow to turn the image upright. . .

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marking time

Time will not be managed. It will not slow. It will not rush. It will not freeze. I want these short winter days to stretch long. To keep the candles going long after the power returns — careless of chores — just to finish a game of cards in the glow. Funny how the power […]

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all I ever have to be

I really am deeply grateful for my life. But there are moments, seasons when discouragement gets the upper hand. Frankly, I’m amazed at how quickly and easily I am discouraged. I’m more fragile than I would like to think. I started out the morning feeling sorry for myself. Sorry about myself. A look in the […]

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a life as unmanageable as my hair

I will always remember a dear friend’s words. I had three little ones and so did she. Once, when I apologized for not calling her, she said, “That’s okay, Deb. We all know when you have a baby you disappear for about six months.” I loved her so much for knowing me like that. Better than […]

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there is beauty in detail

Jane and I walk the road that leaves our little town and wanders along the shore. Snow-capped mountains to the west shine in the morning sunlight. Sailboats sleep on the glassy bay. We spot a heron, three seals and two coyotes on our walk. We are blessed to live in this place. I stand in […]

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what if we all quit being super woman

Lately, I’ve been working on the uncomfortable habit of being real. For a significant portion of my life, I’ve been busy. Not just busy, but over-committed, over-the-top, make other people’s contributions to the task look like poo kind of busy. Being busy kept me distracted. Too much time on my hands gave me time to […]

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