It’s funny. When I come here to write lately, I just can’t seem to think of anything amazingly insightful or interesting to say. Some smart aleck is probably thinking, “When did you ever say anything insightful or interesting?” All I have to say to that is, um, . . . nothing. Yeah. I’m pretty out […]
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Cause us to stand to our own conscience clear, Cause us to be the thing that we appear. I copied those two lines from a poem by Amy Carmichael. “Cause us to be the thing that we appear.” Such a simple prayer. But, oh, the implications! In all honesty, sometimes I’d rather not be the
“I let myself believe the outside might just bleed its way in.” Read More »
As a 21-yr-old newly-wed with another year to go in college, she took a job waiting tables at K-Bob’s Family Steak House. Not exactly a glamorous position, especially when you consider the dark brown uniform consisting of elastic-waist polyester pants and a matching zip-up top. A several-inch-wide, brown-and-white gingham collar broke up the monotony of
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I’ve spent hours writing today. Half of chapter eleven and all of chapter twelve. I’m at a point in the story that speaks to deep, deep places in my soul. I’ve cried today. I’ve cried and marveled and remembered and then cried some more. Good tears. Healing tears. An amazing God rules this universe. How
“He who rules over men righteously, Who rules in the fear of God, Is as the light of the morning when the sun rises, A morning without clouds, When the tender grass springs out of the earth, Through sunshine after rain.” The words of a poet-shepherd-king from David’s last song, 2 Samuel 23:3b,4.
Luke will immediately recognize the motivation for this entry, and so will anyone else who read his live journal entry from last night. After reading it and posting my thoughts, I continued thinking about our propensity as humans to be discontent with our circumstances. In summer, we’re too hot, and we long for cold winter
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I know I do. It’s here somewhere . . . probably under the piles of junk mail and catalogs. Or maybe stuffed in the back of my closet. I’ll just have to hunt it down. Yeah. So, Luke is gone. He’s a college guy, acting all collegy and everything. I’ve decided the best thing is
My brain is a mite bit foggy, so please don’t hold me accountable for whatever you find in this entry. (Unless it’s really good!) We pulled into our driveway around 2:30 AM this morning, having left Chicago yesterday morning. We didn’t get a super-early start, because we thought we’d take two days to come home.
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The music and the pulsing of the throng Were pounding in my head a steady beat. I felt myself submitting to the song; I watched myself rise slowly to my feet. But then across the room I caught His eye. I blushed and quickly dodged the piercing glance! Yet, all at once, it was just
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I got my contract from the publisher. In addition to the two 1500-word stories, I’ve written two 250-word “tributes”, two ten-item lists, and will have four more short elements to compose. That will be a total of ten items in the book. Another author is also contributing ten items, and between us, that’s the whole
Surreality settles in, but reality remains. So I make room for both. Read More »