herding butterflies

if my life were dusted for prints what would the evidence point to? where would you find me most of the time? there would be a lot of prints on the computer, on my iphone. you would find my steering wheel covered as i head here or there. my pots and pans would be heavy

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city mouse country mouse

we woke up early and headed out to conkle’s hollow.  my three hikers.  one of them barely up to my waist.  we didn’t know what we were in for or what we’d need for the time.  we didn’t know what we’d see. i fill up the swimming pool in the backyard.  it’s too hot and

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waiting

the last day of november and the first wednesday of advent. we begin the season of waiting for god to become one of us. so it tends be with god – waiting.  his people are well versed in it – a people who wait for most everything to come in his time, in his way

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first day

i’m not a good dance partner.  i always take the lead.  luckily i have a god that is able to lead even when i lead.  he has a hand on the small of my back and directs me here and there like water – all the while i believe my steps are my own. years

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light spills from our pockets

we’re living in answered prayer. i unpack boxes into space to breathe, into space large enough to house all five of these souls that a good god has decided is our family.  i see my husband talk to me beneath a fifteen foot ceiling and i think, yes, we are finally in a space big

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