The Dance She is my sister and she is luminous. I have eyes-wide-open watched as the grave opened. I was witness as the rock was slowly pried open and the white putrid cloth, suffocating life, was unwrapped one slow turn…
(Be aware, Grandma, the pictures don’t come until the end of the post!) I’ve been hungering for delight. My living has become dry boned parched. I escape into the still-dark morning, spread out on the linoleum office table,…
This was the Jesus Calling devotional for July 6 and I am still feeding off it: I am your Father-God. Listen to Me! Learn what it means to be a child of the everlasting King. Your richest duty is…
This is it. That sweet anniversary. My baby’s 3rd birthday and that anniversary of when You were here, so Present. As Present as the red velvet couch I sit on. As pervasive as the yummy bacon smell from the California…
A tight face and words that won’t come except spit from gasps of anger. Seven years old and the wii game’s referee intentionally calls bad games he believes, leaving him stomping. Damming up joy. He runs, hits. Tears stream from…
Squeals burst in the front door: my sister, golden hair bouncing, her left hand held out for all to admire the sparkle. She was wearing love. Matt, her new fiancé, tumbled in just behind, radiant. The family had gathered to…