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 ahead clear [...]
Ever Faithful My God is Forever Grateful I am His
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 room, my sister [...]
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 wings...?"
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 the maze and craze, darkness above and [...]
I watched you for a moment to see if your eyes would open but you were resting. I didn’t want to disturb you. 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 that you had been through [...]
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 thought I had an [...]
I would not trade my years for youth. I carry troubles as tools, know struggles as my Refiner. I draw Water from the Rock and carry Love in my pocket!
Do you have any idea how many hours I have spent on 33 words? It was Sunday. We were eating eggs with peppers and cheese and sausage. Kind of, but you seem to enjoy it. No, it’s making me crazy. I had written before church, I wrote on the way to church, I wrote in [...]
What of this travel up rocky terrain, storms pushing against us? Pilot dips the nose of plane, so tuck your chin against the winds and like a bird rise to unexpected heights of Beauty Photo credit: Roya Ann Miller
Not According to Plan 