Feeding Grace

Feeding Grace

Slowly. Carefully. So humbly, she lifted the cup to the young woman’s lips. I’d watched this caretaker throughout the weekend. How she served the other, severely handicapped, bound to her wheelchair. Her beauty was radiant. Peace oozed out of her. She...
Sister Blogs: A Holy Experience

Sister Blogs: A Holy Experience

I found her two winters ago. It was a dark time for me, and her words soothed my broken, disillusioned soul. Her pictures brought beauty to a dreary mind. And she challenged me to give thanks. Not to just think thankful thoughts but to actually write them down, record...
Unseen

Unseen

Half an oyster shell sits by my bathroom sink. Every morning I see its dull grey-brown surface and am reminded. Of the unseen. I have it by my sink, so I can watch the rainbow of colors appear on its surface when I hold it under the running water. Like magic, brought...
Messy

Messy

“Sounds like someone might be sick,” I said to Jeff as he came out of the bathroom. Still lying in bed, I listened trying to determine if I was hearing coughing or vomiting. It got quiet, and I drifted back to sleep. A few minutes later Jeff walked in...
Soul Food

Soul Food

My soul is starving. Like that hunger after the holidays when you just want something simple, wholesome to eat. Sugared out, your body craves health. Things like fruit. Fresh. Simple tastes that simply feed your body’s true hunger. In all the revelry of the...

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