by Deb Farris | Feb 9, 2018 | Musings
For a moment, I watched to see if your eyes would open. You were resting. I didn’t want to disturb you so I walked around to the side of the bed to just look into your sweet face. Your arms and hands were so pale, but even after all you had been through, your face was...
by Deb Farris | Feb 8, 2018 | Musings
Sounds like you’re in Dallas. Are you coming or going? my husband texted. I had to smile at that. Coming, I wrote back. They’re waiting for a place to park the plane. I snapped a photo from the window to send to him. Hurry! Hurry? I glanced at my phone. I...
by Deb Farris | Feb 7, 2018 | Musings
I would not exchange my years for youth. I carry troubles as tools, know struggles as my refining. I draw Water from the Rock and carry Love in my pocket!
by Deb Farris | Feb 5, 2018 | Musings
Do you have any idea how many hours I have spent on 33 words? It was Sunday. We were eating eggs with peppers and cheese and sausage. Kind of, but you seem to enjoy it. No, it’s making me crazy. I had written before church, I wrote on the way to church, I wrote in the...
by Deb Farris | Feb 4, 2018 | Devotions
What of this travel up rocky terrain, storms pushing against us? Pilot dips the nose of plane, so tuck your chin against the winds and like a bird rise to unexpected heights of Beauty Photo credit: Roya Ann Miller
