When I was little, I was obsessed with horses. I played ‘horses’ with any friend or brother who would get on board. We made reins out of rope or ribbon or belts, or whatever we could find. When I was fortunate enough to own the coveted Breyer horses, I would create elaborate stables and fields …
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Keeping it Real Here
We have all heard that phrase, “Keeping it real here” uttered or declared in the everyday messiness of living. Often it is attached to a photo of something that doesn’t represent our own expectations of what is lovely or organized or even perfect. When I hear this spoken, I feel a great sense of relief …
Spinning
Some days…I find myself chasing my tail. Some days…I get dizzy. Some days…I forget to smile. Some days… the spinning has become a dark habit that I fall into. Some days…like today…I look at myself and realize that my dancing isn’t really dancing at all, but has been demoted to drudgery. That is when I …
Surrendering the Vision
Forgive me dear readers for my lack these days. I am not usually one to be without words. I am writing, but haphazardly in my journal with scattered thoughts, broken sentences and lots of ellipsises (…) I HAVE been preoccupied. I have been walking along grief’s highway. I have been in a deep, dull, cold …
Walking Barefoot
I have spent a great deal of my life trying to be perfect at everything I put my hand to. I am uncertain now what the standard was that I held myself to…It is kind of a blur. Marriage was no different. I was so concerned about HOW I looked… My weight, my hair, my …
Power vs. Strength
Small curly headed two year old, arms folded, little foot stamping with insistence of having her way about something…She lives inside of me, somewhere deep. Part of the little girl grew to be a woman who could assert her will graciously, even quietly; but that little foot-stamping tyrant still dwells within, whispering her will on …
Impact
The walking stick stands in the corner of my house now. It was a gift that I bought my brother, Robert, over ten years ago. My mom and my other brother and his wife had picked up Robert from the nursing home where he lived and gone to the Baton Rouge Zoo. It was ‘colder …
Eyes To Behold Wonder
“In My Father’s House are many dwelling places. If it were not so, I would have told you; for I go to prepare a place for you.” – John 14:2-6 His extravagant love poured out on all of us. It fairly drowns us with living water; quenching thirst, feeding hunger, dressing wounds, healing our blindness. …