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My Vision is Whack

By Sandra, on March 31st, 2010%

They have eyes, but they do not see.
Psalm 135:16b

My vision is whack.

I’ve worn glasses ever since I can remember. Grade school I think. Some of those old pictures aren’t fit for human eyes.

But here’s one anyway.

One thing I do know: that though I was blind, now I see.
John 9:25b

I wear contacts now. I got them when . . . → Read More: My Vision is Whack

Habits: Breaking Old, Making New–Part 1

By Sandra, on March 30th, 2010%

I bought these today.

Well, I bought the Moleskines. I meant to buy a timer, but I forgot. This is my kitchen timer. Vintage Cracker Barrel. It actually crows. It will do until I buy one that better fits my writing room decor.

Anyway, I’ve been thinking over last week’s post and comments, and I’ve started to . . . → Read More: Habits: Breaking Old, Making New–Part 1

Pondering Palms

By Sandra, on March 29th, 2010%

The [uncompromisingly) righteous shall flourish like the palm tree [be long lived, stately, upright, useful, and fruitful.”

Psalm 92:12a (Amplified)

Tamar.

Many Hebrew parents named their girls “date palm,” a name that symbolized elegance, grace, and beauty.

These trees once flourished in the Holy Land. The ancients called Jericho “the city of palms,” and some believe the date palm could . . . → Read More: Pondering Palms

I Will Sing

By Sandra, on March 25th, 2010%

I couldn’t sing on Sunday.

I had laryngitis.

So frustrating for one who loves to sing.

As a child, I stood on a salt lick stage in the woods and serenaded whatever critters would listen. I pretended to be Patti Page.

I stood outside under the stars and sang “Johnny Angel” as loud as I could. Only I changed . . . → Read More: I Will Sing

I Need a Plan

By Sandra, on March 24th, 2010%

It’s been brought to my attention (by me) that I am not using my time wisely.

In fact, I am even (gasp) wasting time.

Don’t even mention Bejeweled Blitz.

I need a plan. A system. A schedule.

I used to be a good multitasker, but now–not so much.

I’m not even a very good start-and stop kind of person. . . . → Read More: I Need a Plan

Faithful to the End

By Sandra, on March 23rd, 2010%

It happened at Columbine High School in Littleton, Colorado, on April 20, 1999.

“Do you believe in God?”

“Yes, I believe in God.”

“Why?”

But before Cassie could answer, he shot her. Dead.

Faithful to the end.

They shot Rachel Scott, too. Twice in the legs and once in the torso.

The shooters left but soon returned.

One yanked Rachel’s head . . . → Read More: Faithful to the End

Four Baton Lessons

By Sandra, on March 20th, 2010%

I transferred from a small school (50 students K-12) to a big school (about 83 graduates) in my sophomore year. Gaylord had a band.

I loved football Fridays. I loved the half-time shows–the drums, the horns, the cymbals, the marching,

I wanted to join that band!

Bad. Really bad.

But I couldn’t play an instrument. None. Zilch.

Dead dream.

But . . . . → Read More: Four Baton Lessons

Spring Awakening

By Sandra, on March 18th, 2010%

Spring yawns

Slips from its disintegrating blanket

And pushes up from its wintry grave.

Pregnant lilacs in the greening air.

Death consumed by life.

Everywhere.

“I am the resurrection and the life; he who believes in me will live even if he dies.” John 11:25

Would You Risk a Pinch for a Vision?

By Sandra, on March 17th, 2010%

St. Patrick’s Day.

All things green. Shamrocks. Corned beef and cabbage. Beer.

And pinches if you don’t celebrate “properly.”

But maybe we should instead celebrate vision. Perception. A way of looking at life. A way of reaching up and out. A willingness to risk a pinch.

When he was about 16, Irish raiders kidnapped Patrick from his family’s farm in . . . → Read More: Would You Risk a Pinch for a Vision?

The Tragedy of the Unopened (or Underused) Gift

By Sandra, on March 16th, 2010%

Last night I sat here for three hours and couldn’t think of a thing to write. And to think that followed my post on head pain!

Oh, I had lots of ideas. But nothing I thought anyone would really care about reading. I flipped through page after page of writing books looking for inspiration.

Nothing.

Why in the world . . . → Read More: The Tragedy of the Unopened (or Underused) Gift