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"As you make art or write, the process is a container for awareness. Everything that rises up—judgments, blocks, insights—is a reflection of the whole of your life." Christine Valters Paintner in The Artist's Rule I sat in the corner of my kitchen yesterday morning...
My grandmother is the eternal matriarch, the kind that says exactly what's on her mind, and feels a sense of duty to "raise" anyone who's at least a generation younger than she. Do you know the type? She bakes me a batch of cookies and then tells me not to eat all of...
“Thin places,” the Celts call this space, Both seen and unseen, Where the door between the world And the next is cracked open for a moment And the light is not all on the other side. God shaped space. Holy. Poem by Sharlande Sledge What if God is veiled by my...
Have I mentioned that I'm married to a Preacher? And not just any preacher, but the kind that taught himself Greek before he ever attended seminary. The kind that is learning Latin "just for fun" and likes to go to those super UNcool Bible conferences where their only...
We were driving home Sunday night, tired from an exciting day of Easter and...
I can’t help but think about how hard it was to be Mary during Jesus’ last...
I'll never forget: I was newly married, and we went on a date to see the movie...
The retired minister read through the official Pastor's job description. It...
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