From kitchen window broom stands against garage door, askew.
What lies beyond the door of this day—off center, all lopsided and cockeyed?
I rinse my cup and listen to water rushing from the faucet through my fingers.
Cup shines. What can bear a stain?
Day unfolds in threes—a testing from Sunday’s sermon. “That’s too much to expect,” husband had said in car on ride home, “the unspeakable joy, spoken of…”
“No, it’s the point,” I said “we rise above situations with faith.”
He shook his head. I shook mine.
Monday morning; my chest burned with frustration by 9:00 am.
My cheeks; grew hot with humiliation by the 11:00 o’clock hour.
Crushing sadness struck at 4:00.
What of this joy?
While it stood askew that day, the door of Grace opened.
Feature photo: Photo by Christian Fregnan
Not According to Plan 
Deb,
How real this is, and so well put to page. to screen.
I find myself nodding yes…I get it. It works
so well because it is open and vulnerable and
it sheds its grace over all who read it.
Thank you,
Sarah
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Thank you Sarah for such a thoughtful comment. I so appreciate you, Deb
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Oh, yes… been there! I so relate, Deb! How often does the day test what truth we have been given? And I’m afraid I have a lot of “reviewing” and “retakes” to do.
But your words encourage, reminding me of God’s gentle grace…I think your the sound of your voice must be melodic and that you move extremely gracefully… And I suspect that if anyone sits a while with you that they will find themselves encouraged and at peace even in the midst of those trying moments. This is extraordinary. And what else can I say? I’m running out of words to express my delight in your writing! Love you much, Deb! ❤
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