by Deb Farris | Mar 2, 2018 | Devotions, Poetry
Senses be still, hush my heart. As the ripples extend outward across the water so Joy will spread, beyond all comprehension, century upon century, its fruit still bearing. Photo credit: Todd...
by Deb Farris | Feb 23, 2018 | Musings
I open the door for a morning walk for the last time in Tucson with confidence that you are about to head home too, but with a confluence of emotions. I sweep away the dead leaves and twigs from the orange tree that have fallen since I swept yesterday. I want the road...
by Deb Farris | Feb 20, 2018 | Musings
Our house is over 100 years old. I’m familiar with leaks and broken light switches. But when the burner didn’t heat up under the tea kettle, I was certain the odds were stacking up against me at my sister’s house. I was tempted to Google stovetops and just buy...
by Deb Farris | Feb 18, 2018 | Memoir, Musings
I was looking in your laundry room for the snowflake pillowcase Arthur asked me to bring to you at the hospital today. Instead I found the shirt you wore the last time you picked me up at the airport and crumbled. I went for a seat outside. After a bit, a buzzing...
by Deb Farris | Feb 16, 2018 | Devotions
Ever Faithful My God is Forever Grateful I am...
by Deb Farris | Feb 14, 2018 | Family, Musings
I stood against the wall of the small room and listened as the head resident talked to my sister. A group of interns looked on. “Do you have any other questions?” the doctor turned to me and asked. The day before, we had exchanged a few words and after he left the...
by Deb Farris | Feb 14, 2018 | Devotions, Poetry
Little dove, my dearest one, you thought your life was almost done. But when you saw that you might sink, you fluffed your feathers and chirped, “Wait! Think! What about those things God has called my...
by Deb Farris | Feb 13, 2018 | Devotions, Poetry
When the world’s weight rests on top the weary wounded what have they to do? Climb higher on the wire up towards heaven’s view. With words they weep for the afflicted, for they know affliction. And in their pain, songs of mercy sing. So you there; lost in...
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...
