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Promises
The Art of Reframing: Shifting Your Focus and Adjusting Your Attitude
It was a beautiful day. The temps had risen. The sun was shining. Snow and ice had begun to melt. It was a great day for a hike. I had wrenched my back a few days prior and was looking forward to the idea of moving. Perhaps this walk would work out all the kinks. …
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Footwear: Functional Art
Daily writing promptTell us about your favorite pair of shoes, and where they’ve taken you.View all responses I've always considered shoes works of art. I chose them for their beauty, having little concern for their function or fit. In truth, I preferred being barefoot to any shoe created. But shoes were beautiful. My heart leapt …
Big
We’ve been in the house for a week trying to recover from a virus. Last night we were feeling a bit better so we braved the snow for a drink run. We’ve been drinking herbal tea and water, so a little carbonation was calling our name. The little convenience store we entered was playing KLove. …
The Vessel
I am a vesselBroken, Scarred, EarthernHaving walked through Narrow PlacesPressed by walls of my own makingCrushed, Beyond RepairPowder, DustFranctured, I lost heartHeavy, the shadow of shameYet heavier still The Spirit of MercyHovering above the chaos of my soulMoving across the depths of my heartWrapping Himself around the dark and shattered piecesSharp edges cutting, PiercingBlood spillingI …
Empty Spaces
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Libraries Speak Volumes
My plan for the day was simple. I was going to drop off my ballot at the drop box and join the local public library (conveniently located in one location) and then visit the local apothecary. So, I set out for what I knew before I walked out my front door: I was going on …
Shepherd
A cloudy and windy day with a little snow on the peaks. I’ve been sitting on the balcony talking to Father this morning. He hasn’t really said much, but His presence is palpable. He is good. He loves us. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow us all the days of our lives. A season of …
Smell The Flower, Blow Out the Candle
Once, when I was a young teen I had a headache which lasted for three days. I told my mother it was like New York City was driving around in my head. The cars blasted their horns, angry voices shouted and screamed at one another, loud music, sirens, and other sounds I could not identify …
Still There
A cool front has moved in. A mist covers the sky and I can barely see the outlines of the mountains I know are there. I see them each morning as I sit on my balcony drinking my coffee. I watch the sun set gloriously behind the peaks each evening as the evening becomes the …
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