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Writing with My Invisible Pen

Writing with My Invisible Pen

She stood back and watched, looked on from a distance, sat silently while others spoke up. Stuck up, aloof, conceited, her classmates said about her. If you frown like that you’re going to get a wrinkle, her grandma told her. I have a wrinkle. Maybe you can relate. I...
A Safe Place to Write: Beneath the Surface

A Safe Place to Write: Beneath the Surface

Do you, fellow writer, find this to be true, too? When you check your Blog Stats, sometimes very old posts pop up that have recently been read and you go back to rediscover them too, along with all the imperfections? So, today, I have to tell you, thank you for...
One to One

One to One

And there it was again, Song of Songs! The binding of my Bible is broken so that it automatically opens to Song of Songs. After a few times of reading over the words I’d underlined over the years, I ignored it and moved on to the Chapters I was studying (one chapter...
One Entangled Evening, I Wasn’t Even Hungry

One Entangled Evening, I Wasn’t Even Hungry

“Brrr. It’s cold in here,” he says rubbing his arms after he walks through the door at the end of the day. “Remember I work in an air conditioned office.” “Sorry,” I say closing the front door. And on another evening, “Honey, why don’t you have the air conditioner...
Lament Turns to Praise

Lament Turns to Praise

I spent last weekend participating in the Trauma Healing Training Workshop I mentioned last week. What an experience. Who knew I still had wounds of my own that needed healing? Does it ever end? I guess it shouldn’t surprise me. If I’ve learned anything, it’s that God...

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