I’ve never seen barns so full while hearts are so empty. Never believed one could have everything and nothing at the same time. Yet they do. We do.
Scarcity is all around us. In the middle of a field of crops so big and wide and deep, souls everywhere are starving, empty, hopeless.
It was a routine procedure. Nothing to worry about.
Gratitude is the fairest blossom which springs from the soul.
_Henry Ward Beecher
The fact that we had made it meant so much.
Our first Thanksgiving together was a miracle of sorts. This fragile, blended family had endured so much in such a short amount of time, many could have fairly reckoned we might not make it.
Have you ever stood in the shadow of a mountain and felt so small? Are there days you feel like David holding a handful of pebbles as Goliath towers in the distance, echoing impossibility and certain defeat? Continue reading
I blink and it is Easter. I blink again and it is fall.
Time passes so quickly, quicker by the year perhaps. What happened to the time? Where did it disappear?
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