Story
Holy Ground
Holy ground, where are you now? The place Jesus stood before the High Priest… Do you still remember? Where are you, dirt, which the...
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Trees, Hope, And Waiting For Sunday
I sometimes want to be a tree. I want to blow in the breeze, feel the rain on my branches, shelter birds and squirrels and...
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Bloom: Learning to Thrive in Light of Our Stories
I sit as part of a circle of seven women and watch as one of them begins to cry. I begin to rock my body...
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New Year, New You and Other Lies We Believe
A few years ago on New Year’s Eve I sat around a room with friends and we began to talk about our hopes for the...
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Cultivating Space
My husband says to our children, “If I disappear, look for me in a Goodwill store!” His fear stems from the reality that I have...
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Mary Christmas
I imagine her Girl with dust-smudged cheeks. Robe wrapped tight around swollen belly, Fringed dirty. Windblown. Grit in teeth. Inner thighs burning and chapped. Donkey...
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Ponder
I have always loved the wise men. As a young child, it was my favorite part of the Christmas Eve pageant in our beautiful church....
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You Are Someone’s Advent
Advent is upon us again. I used to feel like I wasn’t ready each year as Advent rolled around. I would lament not being more...
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