Grief can feel like this. It has become difficult to see clearly — difficult to even think clear thoughts. I forget things. I put things that are supposed to go in the closet into…
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No matter how hidden you believe you are, or how dark the night, or how far you have run — you are never far away from God. Not even a little. He is a…
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When I awoke this morning, the woods outside my kitchen window were sparkling, as if they had been showered in diamonds. My heart began to race. It’s been over a week now since I…
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Here they come, the clouds that hover heavy over my heart. I can hardly bear it, this season of grief that returns uninvited year after year. I sit on the porch swing with a…
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When Annie brought them home last week, along with an exquisite handwritten note, they were in full bloom. These crimson tulips tumbled together in a vase that matched their cheerful faces. Their song was…
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Canon 5D Mark ll, 50 1.2L, 1.4 aperture, 1/250 shutter, 800 ISO When you go to seek God, may you find that He is so much bigger, so much more powerful than you could…
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Canon 5D Mark ll, 50 1.2L, 2.8 aperture, 1/30 shutter, 320 ISO. One ride on the Carousel. Dragged the shutter for some motion blur. Sometimes I just want it to stop, the busyness of…
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This is from a piece of artwork that was on the wall where we stayed in Colorado last week. It stopped me in my tracks on more than one occasion. I am familiar with…