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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

We can make our plans,
 but the Lord determines our steps

Proverbs 16:9

Finding the Dance Within —a Morning Ritual

I was thinking about the many, many things that contribute to the health and creativity and joy of a life, a family, a community, that allow it to thrive, to become beautiful and uniquely its own, in its time and place in this world. In my own experience, the...

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,...

Small Things

3:00 am. The earlier you wake the bigger the day. Moments passing. I try to catch them—like the first family gathering in over a year—and put them somewhere safe. The chairs were full but some places were empty. Those people I brought to the table inside me. The...

haiku for morning

morning, where are you? seeds of youth now 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...

Seeing Him in Everything

I am sorting through too many thoughts as I see him standing in the distance with a watering hose connected to a flower sprinkler head, encouraging beauty with misty veils of spray. T and I are nearing the end of our walk on an unexpectedly hot Saturday, the second...

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...
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Deborah Wenzler Farris

Deborah Wenzler Farris

Author

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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