Category: Life

Into Your Hands We Eventually Fall

For those who see Every loss now breaks the heart Just a little bit more Until we are left with only Faith That life goes on Beyond our touch And remains Ever present like a tiny Breeze that seeps into sleep Through an open…

The Color of Courage

Excerpt from Love is Born in Giant Fields of Crazy: Lessons in Love “Our faith itself is a potent force. When faith in love and its miraculous authority becomes a thought form that guides our thinking, it turns into an extraordinary power that transforms…

Our Special Children

Today I did my first 5K ever in honor of a very special young man. It is a glorious Thanksgiving Day 2012. Gratitude abounds. God Bless the children with Grace infused strength. They show us where love lives. Hooyah! William Yancey. Walk on….

This Is Freedom

I think the purpose of knowing freedom is to free someone else. What good does it do to wrap up our heartache and loss, fear and anger, even joy (if it appears to be boasting) and hold these emotions captive for a private showing,…

Daddy’s Shoulder

I was startled awake this morning by a vision of Steve reaching down to pick up our daughter in the aftermath of a little girl catastrophe. The memory pulls at me like a secret, whispered in a language I do not quite understand. I…

Deeper Than Words

I like to dance deep in the woods down trails where people on mountain bikes pass me yelling “On your left!” and I laugh out loud with a wavelike rush of joy as they slow and turn their heads and nearly crash into trees…

Make a Promise – Pass it On

In special honor of my friend, Brenda’s earth birthday, I am reposting this story about a promise I’ve made and my memory of her and all she held dear. There is a tremendous call right now for youth and adults across the globe to…

Sharing Strength

 Iron sharpens iron. As one man sharpens another.  (Prov. 27:17) This is the miracle of human connection: we do not need to be in the same room, the same state, or the same country to reach out our hands and lay bare our hearts…

Memo from the Department of Just Showing Up

How is it that I find myself at 3:30 in the morning on my back porch with an old box of matches?  I ask this aloud to Spike.  He does not answer.  Instead, paw on my leg, tennis ball in his mouth, his brown…

Rainy Morning Letters #495

It is the perfect morning to lie in bed and cuddle with the memory of you.  Through the window glass the trees shush, their leaves yielding to clear drops, one after the other, sometimes two together, as though you are watering my heart from…

Keep or Toss – Sorting Memories

At 3:00 in the morning I decide to confront a certain foot locker that a year ago took two men to move from the barn to my bedroom. Until now, I did not have the nerve to open it, but I cannot lie in bed…

Just Wait

At 11:42 pm on a Wednesday night I opened the front door to a weary-eyed social worker, a police officer so rigid he looked to be vibrating, and a two, perhaps three-foot tall blanket that may have been light green at some point in…

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