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Today I woke up, opened the door and walked out Got to half of the day before I remembered you You are not real Today I woke up with a thought of you. In my mind were questions of who you are At the end of the day, a friend asked a question if you cared of the matters...
"Abram believed the Lord, and he credited to him as righteousness." – Genesis 15:16 I know the verse. I've heard about grace, about faith versus works and the whole nine. I get the big deal about righteousness. It means to be good, to do what's right on God's behalf....
It's 7:14am. I've just poured my coffee, spilled it all over our unfortunately-white countertops. My sleepy hands carry the mug to the breakfast nook in our kitchen. The orangy summer sun is beaming on the east side of the trees. The birds are chirping. That lone...
"It’s not brave to have answers. It’s brave to watch them get erased, obliterated, rubbed out with a half-chewed cheap eraser on the end of a #2 pencil, the kind that leaves black nasty smudges in the wake of that math formula that should have contained, as promised,...
The rain splashes against the window like tears. The past creeps in like...
"As you make art or write, the process is a container for awareness....
“Thin places,” the Celts call this space, Both seen and unseen, Where the door...
We were driving home Sunday night, tired from an exciting day of Easter and...
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