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deborah w farris

not according to plan

writing from personal experiences to encourage hope in the hard places

when things don’t go according to plan

there is a greater plan and purpose unfolding

just being

busy carpenter bees buzzing crashing against farmhouse windows as i sit looking out to the shenandoah mountains far off in the distance horses stand still, statuesque one tail sweeps, a single hoof lifts, tilting into an elegant stance, the dancer’s b+ position,...

haiku for micah

daughter, where are you? seeds of youth, buried deep, fed by soil still-- ... streams of light at dawn, from darkness comes your brilliance, nourishing your growth. ... cast not a shadow of unrest, but protecting, till your faith takes hold. ... beauty yet unknown--...

Follow the Beauty

We’re in the process of clearing things out of our well-lived-in, comfy old house—21 years for the two of us, 32 years for my parents before us, 10 of those with me there too. It’s the ol’ family home. It’s a ton of stuff! While it’s a project in and of itself for...

In Case There is Any Question

You are the trillium catching me by surprise in the woods You are the milky white of the stars spilling across the sky You are the flash of red in a forest of umbers and olives You are the flames of glory in the setting sun You are more than I ever hoped for and far...

My Shenandoah Treasures

Seeing T scratch the old horse’s ears and then lay its head on his shoulder. watching a tiny yellow finch on the weathered farm fence one morning and seeing a bluebird the next. My son noticed the color inside the afternoon shadow. Some say bluebirds are a sign of joy...

Truly and Deeply and Madly

It was the second marriage for both of us. We wanted to do it quietly. But our love has grown as loud and lovely as the noonday sun sparkling over the water that day.

Self-made or…? Surrendered

Would I dare speak of being a Christ follower without holding my own "self" accountable to the Calvary part of God's Love Story? I rarely hear the word outside of Easter. Calvary. It wasn't even in my Webster's Universal College Dictionary (1997). Siri misunderstood...

More Than

Without Love, I am words faded, erased on a page, no more than the shavings left behind, without Hope. Yet this contradiction exists—- In lowy state, we find our Bliss. In poverty, I lay Me down And there find Calvary’s Love—- But what do I really know of this? O, to...

Setting Things Right

To set about setting things right, we need to know what is wrong. Right? But right according to whom? My right way may not be your right way. So how far will that get us in setting things right except in possibly setting ourselves up for making things wrong? And how...

Dusty Feet in the Sea

From pulpit to pew the words land wrong, wrestling with each other. I ask, “What will I lose if I lose myself to You? What will I leave behind?” It’s too much to consider so I remain as I am. Or is it that I have returned To find You waiting in my dust and have...
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Deborah Wenzler Farris

Deborah Wenzler Farris


Deb Farris is a writer/communicator living in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. Following a career in theatre and dance, she served as CEO of Danceworks MKE. providing dance to central city children and people of all ages and backgrounds. She lives in the house she grew up in with her very tall, red-haired husband named Todd, one large, red-haired dog named Fannie, and a feral named Mary. She holds an MFA from UW-Milwaukee and writes weekly on her blog to encourage hope in the hard places.

Conversations With Dad – The Book

Layered with the author’s personal account of her walk with her parents as they aged and their health declined, Conversations with Dad grew out of time spent together—father and daughter—sharing the stories of those who paved the way for her. It is rich with memories of her father’s life adventures and career as a noted architect. Told with tenderness and humor, it is a love story—the love of a man for his wife and family, his love for his work and church, and the love of a daughter for her parents.

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