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21st of June

Fear Not—An Invitation to the Freedom of Dependence


The men in my life are laying out clothes, filling up containers, packing enough for five days of their ten away in two cities where terror has struck again—London and Paris.  And they’ll be standing on the beaches where some other mother’s boys landed and turned the waters red at the same ages as our sons—19 and 23.  They’re going to witness history and pay their respects. Will my husband and sons return? Our daughter


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16th of June

Weathering the Storms


I stand on the balcony of our west-facing library and see the young pumpkin vines beginning to flower yellow.  My eyes scan the rows of tender tomatoes and marigolds two weeks old, crying for relief from the oppressive heat and hard winds that can turn soil to dust and parch leaves crisp.  Their vulnerable stems bend low as if begging their Creator. How long, oh God?  How long? Where’s relief in the desiccated days that


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7th of June

Foreign Affairs and What’s Right With the World


Terrorist attacks.  My two sons and my husband are heading to London and Paris in two weeks for a WWII trip . . . I pray.  I reflect . . . I put a poster board together for him Saturday, the day before he walked the aisle.  The day before he took his seat among the others whose last name begins with a “J”. I slipped a photograph out of a plastic sleeve—the first of


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31st of May

The Worth of Work and Pain


I cleared fall’s dead from the winding perennial borders—the purple coneflower stems, the sedum stalks.  I removed the invasive honeysuckle and hemlock planted by birds in places they don’t belong.  I cut down clumps of Karl Foerster grass, making way for new growth.  I dug up and divided overgrown hostas, giving some away to those in need and filling bare spots. My husband and I worked together spraying Round Up on the quack grass that


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11th of May

When Mother’s Day Reminds You of Death—The Way to Find Life


Mother’s Day, 2002 I called my mother to make sure she received the dozen red carnations I sent as a surprise. “They’re gorgeous!  But you said you weren’t sending me flowers for Mother’s Day this year because of the bench.” “I know.  But you’ve always told me flowers should be given to the living, not the dead.” She laughed. I hadn’t planned on sending flowers.  I had bought her a bench.  A pale yellow, wood-slatted


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27th of April

Encouragement for the Broken and Stigmatized


I stepped out of the shadows and declared—on Facebook—during Holy Week—that I was suffering with clinical depression. I had hit the hard floor of desperation on Wednesday before Maundy Thursday in the midst of a medication change, one of several I’d been through over the past twenty years. So why did I dare post and ask for help?  Because too many don’t.  People are suffering and dying all over the world from depression.  Consider the


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12th of April

What Happens When the Hurting Seek Help


He comes up to me and leans in close to my ear. Will you pray for me? Of course, I say as I look into his eyes starting to well with tears. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a handkerchief, dabs both his eyes, and with trembling voice tells me straight . . . I don’t feel God’s love.   Instinctively, I reach out and wrap my arms around this silver-haired man in


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6th of April

Dust to Dust And The Peace that Comes with Letting Go


They carried her to the altar, their mother.  They carried her, all ash in a small wooden box. They covered her with a white cloth, embroidered with a cross.   A cross.   Where Christ paid for our ultimate reconciliation—restored relation between holy God and sinner.  Between sinners and sinners . . . All watched as the two brothers carried her, their mother, the one who once carried them in her womb, knit together by


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29th of March

Over the Edge


Are not five sparrows sold for two pennies? Yet not one of them is forgotten by God. Indeed, the very hairs of your head are numbered. Don’t be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows. Luke 12:6-7 Soon, I will watch the swallows nest in the barn, hatching naked in cups of twig and feather. Soon, fat bodies will crowd and I will wonder why they stay stuck when there’s a whole world to


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22nd of March

UNRAVELING THE UNKNOWNS


He’s in critical condition with broken bones and a ripped up brain in an induced coma. He’s the 16 year-old brother of one of my former art students.  Our families attended the same church for a few years. Headed to school last Friday morning, he comes to a curve.  His car tumbles sideways—three times, I hear.  I see video of  his car being dragged out of the woods.  But he’s not out of the woods


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15th of March

How Can I Trust God?


  She told me . . . I don’t know if I can trust God.  I’m afraid He’ll hurt me like I’ve been hurt before. This young woman, sitting in my office years ago, was one of many seeking therapy.  They had been hurt badly in relationship from their earliest memories on.  People who professed love often didn’t act very loving.  In fact, those who should be most trustworthy turned out to be see-saws of


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What Has a Strong Hold on You?
8th of March

What Has a Strong Hold on You?


How do you define “stronghold”? I used to think strongholds were just negative.  Because most strongholds tear down and destroy. There’s only one Stronghold who laid down His life for us so we can have True Life now and forever.  Jesus is the One-and-Only we can turn to, run to, cling to who will surely shelter us from all that would destroy us physically, emotionally, spiritually. If we turn to Jesus, He promised to be


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