by Deb Farris | Sep 5, 2020 | Musings
A child has eyes for surprise. Innocent. Imaginative. Free-spirited. I think of these. Apple trees and cornfields. A big red barn. Double Dutch and Four Square. I think of things these things too. What I don’t often think of is how totally dependent I was as a child...
by Deb Farris | Jul 15, 2020 | Devotions
As the unexpected complexities of these days sometimes leave me in a daze As I listen to the stories of lives so young, so old, in overwhelming isolation As I think of not being able to hold a loved one’s hand or let my eyes rest on the final beat of that heart I...
by Deb Farris | May 30, 2020 | Devotions
She told me it sounded like sand pouring out. There was a crunching noise, a piercing pain, then the sound of sand. Pouring. Out. As if all that had been broken was spilling out. It happened on the first of my mother’s last seven days on earth. And now I wonder,...
by Deb Farris | Dec 18, 2019 | Devotions
Day 18: Advent is a time for Chili “Oh honey, it’s cold out there!” Todd said when he got back from walking Fannie. “Seven degrees!” I remembered the left over Chili from Saturday night sitting on the basement steps. My mom would make Chili on the day we all piled...
by Deb Farris | Nov 28, 2019 | Musings
So it’s Thanksgiving and at the moment I’m thankful for Fannie getting me up and moving this morning. We’re just taking it easy today. No big meals. No pressure to get up and get going. It will be a simple kind of day that I will simply cherish. Like our walk to the...