We hang the bluebird feeder from the geranium hook on the porch. Fill it with yummies--crumbled suet, freeze-dried-berry-flavored mealworms (I actually scoop them with my bare hand), a few softened raisins, and a handful of blueberries. I don't know if they like...
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of batteries and bluebirds
I glance out the window and gasp. "Grace, come quick! Run! Hurry!" When her lead foot lands on vinyl, I hiss at her. "Shhhh! Stop! Slow down! "G-ma's lost it now." I'm sure that's what she's thinking as the other foot freezes midair. She tiptoes to my side. We stand...
how brokenness sings
They found the lump in August. By September she was bald. The wall of her chest, I mean. Cut clean from the cancer, but also dismembered from her femininity. And the healing was long and slow. Most of the scars, they still ache, when she thinks of it all. Thinking...
to see rightly
“…it is good for the heart to be strengthened by grace…” Hebrews 13:9 (ESV) It’s barely light outside when we meet in the small dark room just outside the locked doors that lead to the hospital’s mental ward. Dressed in our student uniforms, from polished white shoes...
when you are a mess and He is in love
He nibbles graham crackers on the couch, sticky crumbs and a slice of lunch...
in which i love winter
I'm a summertime gal. Bring on the sun, the heat, the sweat. Let me rock on...
when you don’t get what you deserve
I met a girlfriend for coffee in the middle of the week, snatched an hour...
musings on grace
Saturday I snapped pictures of the Grand River out the corner windows of our...
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