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...?"
Author: deborah w. farris
This is a place where grief meets grace, where I write from the old house I grew up in with my very tall red-headed husband, who I met in high school. It's the second marriage for both of us. I write to encourage hope in hard places and point to a God who really does turn mourning into dancing.
Song of the Afflicted
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 [...]
A Rose for a Rose I Suppose
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 [...]
Airport Multi-tasking
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 [...]
Traveling Through
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!
Thirty-three Words
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 [...]
Like a Bird
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
It’s a Surprise
Don't tell her I'm coming I won't Let it be a surprise I will Does she suspect? I don't think so Not sure...? I said nothing I'll stay back when we land That's a plan Let her think it's just you Will do I'll take my guitar Good idea! She has always enjoyed it It's [...]
Old Van
Old white van parked on the roadside, mud speckled in snow. Marble streaks and tire tracks from window frame could be a photograph. Consider miles traveled through rain and ice, her engine puttering sparks of life as shiny sedans and semi road hogs blast their horns. Though scraped and scuffed she rebounds back. Here she [...]
A View
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 [...]
Not According to Plan 