Category: The Library
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Of Pulled Rugs and Tapestries
It has happened again. The rug, Pulled out from under our feet and we are struggling to regain our footing. Reeling. Sad. Clinging. I battled fevers, rash (covered every part of me except my soles and palms), and pain last weekend and until the middle of last week. I was on all kinds of medications…
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This morning my Bella read our daily Advent reading to me. If you look closely, you can see the script on the inside of the book, a gift from my dear friend, Bethy. We had to stop several times while Bella read because I was so sick. I’ve been up since four a.m. with nausea…
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The Mountains We Cross
“Trusting God when the miracle does not come, when the urgent prayer gets no answer, when there is only darkness… This is the kind of faith that can be developed and displayed only in the midst of difficult circumstances. This is the kind of faith that cannot be shaken because it is the result of…
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For today…
… simple today. Outside my open window…birds chirping in a harmonious call and response… neighbor mowing spring’s early growth. I am thinking…about generosity and how we are all human. I am thankful for…children who are faithful to serve when asked, a cozy bed for after-chemo recovery, technology that connects when we can’t be together, porch…
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World Cancer Day
Midnight Cancer is a bottomless pit where voices echo around and around endlessly repeating the same prayer: oh God… Sooner or later, midnight cancer changes to morning cancer, brighter, more hopeful. Somewhere in the sun rises warm and round. Birds are singing. After a while, morning cancer melts into afternoon cancer where it hides among…
A Spring of Joy 