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This word is in my heart like a fire, a fire shut up in my bones. I am weary of holding it in; indeed, I cannot.
New Year Resolution
With holiday season and the coming of the New Year, my spirit has been plagued with unrest. Several times my husband and I have tried to pin point the source of this unrest and the only thing I truly understood was that I am angry. This may not be a problem...
Consumed with Grief
This year ends with loved ones lost. I have struggled and fought through the Christmas season because there are empty places at the table. Those loved ones did not die of natural causes. They died by their own hand. This is not the kind of death that leaves...
Mom’s Jewelry Box
This weekend I spent a long time picking through my mother’s jewelry and it grieved me that it was piles upon piles of cheap costume jewelry. Not much of it is things I like, but I smiled remembering how much she loved to buy and wear big, shiny earrings and...
I am the Clay
Isaiah 45 was today's passage and this is one of my favorite verses because I couldn't fully convey the number of times I have argued with God about the way he made me. It says: Does a clay pot dare argue with its maker, a pot that is like all the others?...
To Write Love On Her Arm
Tonight I joined thousands of people across the world who are writing love on the arms of people who desperately need to know, deep down, that they are loved. Last night my husband wrote LOVE on my arm and tonight we drove across the county to write LOVE on...
To the women in my life…
You are so beautiful. I know it's exciting to become a beautiful, busty, curvy woman. People think you are beautiful and admire you. Our bodies are treasures from above and when we show our treasures to everyone it's like giving diamonds or pearls to a pack...
How Much Sadness Can a Person Swallow?
Tonight I'm thinking of my mom. Most of the time my brain is too busy to spend time thinking about her but it's 3:30 am and I can't sleep. It's rare for me not to sleep. I'd probably write a lot more if I slept less. My husband warded off an inevitable...
My Special Chicken
Amongst the grieving and searching through the ashes God is faithful to remind us of new life. Scott and I have dreamed of farming. We do not have very much land and we have never done anything beyond a small vegetable garden and caring for cats, turtles,...
Poem: Sinister and Blue
Dreams and hope still blossom They have eternal flame Even curse of generations Cannot drown out the same Dark my dreams of late Sinister and blue Despite the gentle coaxing By the hand of you Tears that stain my pillow Oppression from the deep Taloned claws...
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