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Spiritual Dyslexia

Which Way do we Go?

Several years ago, I attended a professional development event at a nearby school district.  As heads of the math and social studies departments, respectively, my best friend Darbi and I were chosen as part of the team that was sent.  When we broke for lunch, Darbi knew where the restaurant was that we wanted to go to, however, I was driving so she was going to give me directions as we went.  I approached a 4-way stop with many cars waiting in all directions.  While we waited our turn to be first at the stop sign, I asked her which way we needed to turn.  The conversation went like this: Continue reading Spiritual Dyslexia

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Sculpting in the Storm

In the Hands of a Master

I am a great lover of Renaissance art.  As a teacher, this time period was one of my favorites to cover in my upper-level elective class.  I focused almost exclusively on 44 pieces I had chosen to weave the tale of this time line through.  Continue reading Sculpting in the Storm

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What a Relief!

A Part of Life

One night, we were awakened by the ringing of the telephone.  My husband, Darryl, got up to answer it in the living room.  I was not fully awake, but I was very much aware that it was deep in the night.  Phone calls this late are never good news.  I lay there struggling with the reality of that and trying to pretend that maybe the phone hadn’t rang, or somehow it would just be a wrong number, or some other benign happening.  Continue reading What a Relief!

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Hell is Always Open

I was at the store just a couple of days ago, and a lady in the aisle next to me was talking on her cell phone.  She was talking to a man.  How do I know that?  Well…she was using the speaker phone feature.  Now, I’m not an eaves dropper by nature, but she was talking on speaker phone in a public place.  It wasn’t exactly a private conversation. Continue reading Hell is Always Open

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The Lion Inside

Quite possibly the best thing my oldest daughter, Dayton, has ever sent me is this picture of a domestic cat wearing a lion’s mane.  Yeah…I’m easy to please.  But just look at him there – wearing that mane like it’s just what he’s supposed to do.  His eyes flash with confidence.  He’s not the least bit unsettled.  He’s not confused about who he is – there’s no identity crisis here.  He’s a cat, and he knows it.  He also knows he hails from the same biological family as the King of the Jungle.  And so he dons the synthetic mane with pride and conviction of who he is on the inside. Continue reading The Lion Inside

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Life is Like a Chocolate Pie

The year my mother and brother died, we decided to have a big ole family Christmas at my parents’ house.  Everyone would be there from my mom’s side of the family.  We even decided to draw names and exchange gifts.  My mom and brother had only died 23 days apart from each other.  It started in October, so we were all still very raw and pretty much going through life like zombies. Continue reading Life is Like a Chocolate Pie

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The Fellowship of the Brethren

There are a lot of things I miss about the church I grew up in – seeing my aunts, uncles, and cousins on a regular basis is pretty high on the list – but those fellowship meals are some of my fondest memories.

Of course it was wonderful to spend time with all the members of the church, but…the food…

the food…

the FOOD!

That’s what I miss!  Yes…I was raised Baptist.  Baptist need to eat.  Together.  Often. Continue reading The Fellowship of the Brethren

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Wherever He Leads I’ll Go

Bring It On

More than 16 years ago now, I stood at my bathroom vanity on the phone and listened as my father explained to me how he didn’t think we were going to get much of a break between the death of my mother – whom we had buried only two weeks prior – and the death of my brother, Robin.  I struggle with writing this now almost as much as I struggled with comprehending the reality of the situation then.  My brother had been diagnosed with cancer about two years before.  He was five years older than me, and had been my hero growing up.  He was Superman.  He was adventurous, athletic, brave, beautiful, and I was pretty sure he could leap tall buildings in a single bound.  It was unthinkable that at just 38 years old he had already found his kryptonite, but it was unbearable to face the loss of both my mother and my brother at the same time. Continue reading Wherever He Leads I’ll Go

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From Tranquility to Terror

FROM TRANQUILITY TO TERROR

Our youngest daughter, Autumn, moved to Hawaii this past September.  She wanted to have an adventure.  Just a few days ago her adventure turned into something she hadn’t quite bargained for.  She was sound asleep, having worked late the night before, when the alarms first went out. Continue reading From Tranquility to Terror