By Sandra, on February 8th, 2012%
I curl into my fluffy white bathrobe. The fragrance of Country Chic lotion mingles with the faint scent of bleach.
The morning sun streams through the front window, and a red cardinal eyes me from a bare branch.
I cup my hands around my His-compassions-never-fail mug and inhale the aroma of fresh-perked black coffee. Then I take a slow . . . → Read More: In Which I’m Interrupted
By Sandra, on January 25th, 2012%
I planned to skip today.
I mean, celebrating my birthday with the one who gave me birth being gone now two days shy of only two months just seemed–well, too hard.
I even stripped my birthdate off my Facebook profile so it could pass quietly.
I tried to share my feelings with one family member–perhaps not very . . . → Read More: Because it’s My Birthday: Horseshoe Lake (revisited)
By Sandra, on January 19th, 2012%
This is the day the Lord has made.
And I am sad.
I’ve misplaced my joy today.
I’ve been thinking about my mom again.
And I’ve been struggling to see her face.
Why can’t I see her face?
The box she gave me last summer still sits next to the pine grain bin in the back kitchen.
It holds my son’s framed senior . . . → Read More: Surprised by Light
By Sandra, on January 10th, 2012%
Sunday was a God day.
I wrote about it here.
And the comments. Well, they’re God things to me, too.
But I forgot to mention the zoo.
The pastor talked about it before he launched into his message.
Well, I guess it was part of the message when you think about it. That whole ark deal was a bit . . . → Read More: If You’re Grieving . . . Embrace Your Wild Side
By Sandra, on December 14th, 2011%
The Swedish apple that’s hung on our tree every year for over 40 years.
Except probably this year.
I sign into Twitter, and this is the first tweet I see by @DenaDyer:
Pearl One: A Christmas of Kindness http://bit.ly/t2Ll0n
Did she spell it right? Pearl? Not purl?
I click over to find out.
It’s a God thing, I think.
Dena’s . . . → Read More: Pearl Girls and God Bumps
By Sandra, on December 7th, 2011%
I want to write, I say.
But I’m not feelin’ it.
Make a list of the objects that are around you, she says. Just play with the list.
I look around.
It’s a long list.
A messy list.
Stacks of photo albums in blue and brown and red and pink.
A half-eaten peanut butter cup (not mine.)
The two Keepsake tree ornaments . . . → Read More: I’m Feelin’ It
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"The place God calls you to is the place where your deep gladness and the world's deep hunger meet." ~Frederick Buechner
He who would search for pearls must dive below. ~John Dryden
Praying for this beautiful family.
Me! I’m in here. Twice even!
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