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I have always been a five year-old about birthdays. I love them, and I get very excited about celebrating the day that God in His mercy chose to give me life. The most ordinary things seem tinged with magic, and I pray I will never grow out of that. But I am also very...

Mercies

This post has been brewing for a good long time. Ten years, as a matter of fact. What follows is something of a personal retrospective, probably not of the least interest to anyone but me. Truthfully, it’s one of the most difficult things I’ve ever written—how to...

Presence

Like a white gull, caught in the cross-purpose of an opposing breeze, I hang, suspended upon grief and this searing joy. Weightless, effortless, aloft on these mercies, I hover ‘twixt heaven and earth, love greater even than that which wrings my heart burgeoning...

inspirations and ambitions

I’ve been reading a lot of Lucy Maud lately. Dipping into one of her novels or re-reading her short stories for the umpteenth time touches such a deep, elemental place inside of me. There’s something about the awakening of the world in spring that makes me long for...

Feathers and Twigs

“Is the spring coming?” he said. “What is it like?” “It is the sun shining on the rain and the rain falling on the sunshine, and things pushing up and working under the earth,” said Mary. ~Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden It’s...