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Ode to Hands

Ode to Hands

Hands are ordinarily extraordinary. They allow us to do the most mundane tasks, yet manifest things we create in our minds into this world. If our hands and all of their parts could talk, would the thumb be an elitist, thinking itself above all the other digits? Would...
Even then…

Even then…

Even when I wake up on the wrong side of the bed. Even when the words are not forming to pray. Even when I am surrounded by those who take pleasure in my hurt or humiliation. Even when I am flailing in calm seas or a storm. Even when I have mountains staring down at...
Nothing is Something

Nothing is Something

In my walk with the Lord, I have often questioned if the thing that came to mind is of me or from God. I loathe that question because it can have a paralyzing effect. And in that analysis paralysis, it can insidiously undermine my relationship with God. We are called...
Check Up

Check Up

Our poor Isabel got a little woozy as the phlebotomist had to stick her twice to get the blood she needed for the labs ordered. She tried to bargain for Chik-fil-a since she had to be stuck by three different needles. I had forgotten both her and her brother got their...
Blanket Project

Blanket Project

There is something incredibly satisfying about completing a project. And the longer it takes to complete….well the more satisfaction I get. I started making this crocheted blanket YEARS ago (2018) but could not get it done by the time Spring rolled around. It was big...

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