a vision. god gives us a vision of dry ground becoming a pool of water. then we try to make it so. but it’s not so simple, it is not so straightforward. i have to become the vision before the vision is a real for me or for anyone else. how are you? how is the
i lived in three houses as a girl. the very first one stays with me as the truest home. ten years of growing up. ten years of not knowing anything but 7702 patton street in detroit, michigan. i don’t know when it started but i would walk two blocks down to warren road alone with one
pain doesn’t like to be looked at straight on. it’ll distract and deflect and will look in any direction except back into your eyes. that’s what that judge was doing. she forced pain to sit down in a chair and held its face forward, refusing to let it turn away. then the girls could get
the snow started coming down and eleanor wanted to build a snowman with her dad. she waited patiently. she let her wishes be known. she left the request on her father’s ear. we were busy. abe had a dance on friday night. saturday was special olympics and dinner at my parents. kids stayed the night
it was a gas station. we’d driven hours with three kids close and now one of them had to use the bathroom. joshua was pumping gas and i thought i’d just send her in by herself. i wanted to be done. i didn’t want to get out of the car until we arrived. i pulled
The Lord hates dishonest scales, but he is pleased with honest weights. ~ Proverbs 11:1 i remember when i got that this verse wasn’t about weights and scales. i was sitting in my parent’s backyard at their picnic table. my mother’s garden is the literal well-watered garden. but that’s just another metaphor for the good life, too.
well, not too many of you picked up the gauntlet to write your own stories out. i feel a little like i did that day with the friend i wrote about. telling you my deep, dark secrets only to be met with silence. but that’s okay. the person i referenced in the story i shared
“the vision god gives is not a castle in the air, but a vision of what god wants you to be. let him put you on his wheel and whirl you as he likes, and as sure as god is god and you are you, you will turn out exactly in accordance with the vision.
when i was a little girl i had an invisible sign on my back that some children were able to read. it said – afraid. one winter, three boys that specialized in reading invisible ink followed me home two days running. i walked by myself and before i could reach the corner these boys that
“perfection is overrated.” she said this quick before another thought and kept talking. i sat next to her in my living room and didn’t hear anything else she said. this woman had begun to symbolize perfection to me and i didn’t really even know her. we were not friends. we went to the same church