Category: The Library
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If He’s Good, I’m Good
She sat beside me this morning on the swing and we raised our arms high, signing “I love you” to Brian as he drove off to work in his Chevy truck (please pronounce that with a hard “ch” not the soft “sh”. That’s what Brian does to make me laugh, and if y’all feel anything…
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Praying Over Zinnias
This morning, I stood at my kitchen sink and stared unfocused out the window at the dewy yard. I couldn’t see the ragged canes of our black raspberry patch straggling through the yard, because yesterday morning some of our former youth and college kids came with their father and cleaned it all up for us.…
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How Shall I Pray?
How shall I pray? Are tears prayers, Lord? Are screams prayers, or groans or sighs or curses? Can trembling hands be lifted to you, or clenched fists or the cold sweat that trickles down my back or the cramps that knot my stomach? Will you accept my prayers, Lord, my real prayers, rooted in the…
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We are Ready!
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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God Lives and is All I Ever Need
He sat in his wheelchair, gray sweatsuit stained with that day’s meals and drops of saliva he kept wiping with a tissue, tattered black World War II hat perched on his head. Eddie. Our group of college students had once again enveloped a nearby nursing home with love, music and encouragement. We do it frequently,…
A Spring of Joy 