by Deb Farris | Dec 20, 2022 | Advent, Devotions
In the night, when ego has fled, selfsinks into bed and soul rises to its Keeper. Motives awakened, He traces His fingersacross dreams, morning separating night, joints from marrow, soul from spirit. Is it strange that He gives talentsand abilities then uses...
by Deb Farris | Dec 20, 2022 | Advent, Devotions
In the night, when ego has fled, self sinks into bed and soul rises to its Keeper. Motives awakened, He traces His fingers across dreams, morning separating night, joints from marrow, soul from spirit. Is it strange that He gives talents and abilities then uses...
by Deb Farris | Dec 17, 2022 | Advent, Musings
It was eleven degrees outside and still dark. We were drinking coffee. “Did you really write that? A wee Babe’s face? Todd asked after I read him my poem. “I did. You don’t like it?” “Wee?” “What?” “We don’t talk that way,” he said attempting a Scottish accent. “A...
by Deb Farris | Dec 10, 2022 | Advent, Devotions, Poetry
Fanny sleeps, Mary Watches as Todd fixes the Window that blew off The house. I breath in The scent of pine and coffee And wonder if there Was a send-off. I Look at the lights on our tree And wonder if Christ Met with Moses or Walked with the Father beside Glistening...
by Deb Farris | Dec 1, 2022 | Advent, Devotions, Family, Writing
Fannie and I had a big outing to the Post Office this week. I thought ahead, and stocked up on Christmas stamps while I was there. Last year, I sent out all the cards from the boxes that had collected in the attic over the years, so I still need cards. My parents were...
by Deb Farris | Nov 29, 2022 | Advent, Devotions, Poetry, Writing
No, no Advent Calendar this year. But I am writing during this beautiful time of preparation. Total disclosure, I am still battling the cold I caught two weeks ago. I missed the first Sunday of Advent Service. I watched on-line but it’s not the same as sitting...