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Self-made or…? Surrendered

Self-made or…? Surrendered

Would I dare speak of being a Christ follower without holding my own “self” accountable to the Calvary part of God’s Love Story? I rarely hear the word outside of Easter. Calvary. It wasn’t even in my Webster’s Universal College...
More Than

More Than

Without Love, I am words faded, erased on a page, no more than the shavings left behind, without Hope. Yet this contradiction exists—- In lowy state, we find our Bliss. In poverty, I lay Me down And there find Calvary’s Love—- But what do I really know of this? O, to...
Hard Headed?

Hard Headed?

Healing sensation in back of head, swelling down. Waiting at doctor’s office. Nurse Aretha poking her head in to let me know the doctor is finishing his rounds. Reading Streams in the Desert–during trials, sing as a bird in a cage, more loudly, not less....
Climb Baby Climb

Climb Baby Climb

Todd was watching a Borg/McEnroe Tie-Breaker Documentary. I stood watching first McEnroe work his way back, then Borg, then McEnroe, then Borg, I was frozen to the screen and forgot why I had walked into the room… Borg wins what the announcer calls a “Mt....
Thanks for the Mess?

Thanks for the Mess?

Remember to breathe,“ T says as I stand up after several hours of writing, and stretch. I’m reminded of the words, “Debbie, you don’t breathe.” The actor sitting beside me in the dressing room had noticed and said, “Breathe, girl, breathe!” I...

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