Category: The Library
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No Pit So Deep
I sing inside nearly all day long and we do have so much to be thankful for–an airy cell through which the sea wind blows, no more poverty since Attie’s parcel arrived with its good food, three Red Cross sandwiches, half a pan of porridge extra, and then that continuous communion with the Savior… I…
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This Beautiful Life
In the quiet hours of the morning, as the sun has just peaked over the mountains visible from our yard, she comes creeping in shivering. She snuggles down into a little spot between us, often pushing Brian away because we sleep so close together. She burrows in and rubs my back and asks to draw…
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And summer begins…
It has been here a week, and I chant our summer mantra… The only option as I see it, is this delicate weaving of action and celebration, of intention and expectation. Let’s act, read, protest, protect, picket, learn, advocate for, fight against, but let’s be careful that in the midst of all that accomplishing and…
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Wrestling Matches
This morning I had a wrestling match with God. It started when she crept into my bed in the night and her body burned. Perhaps she is overheated, I thought, feeling the baking heat of our upstairs. She slept, but her body only warmed more, and she turned into me at 3:00 a.m. “Mommy, my…
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Such Joyous Work
It happens in an instant. Unexpected. I know things are unsettled, but I do not know what it is that I say or do that triggers outbursts, meltdowns, arguments, emergence of the strong will. Suddenly I am face to face with rebellion and anger, and I must swallow mine in order to love, train and…
A Spring of Joy 