Real Women. Real Life. Real Faith.
Cloudy skies and rain have characterized winter this year.
Endless looking for the next weather alert.
As a pluviophile, you would think I would be in my glory.
But with Corona and divorce and life … I long to see the sunshine.
Physically.
Mentally.
Emotionally.
When gray skies are endless, what do we do?
Of course, Isa didn’t believe in love or the perfection of a man in any form. They were caricatures of someone who didn’t exist. They disappointed, became lame, or dull, or worse yet… addled.
And so if she were to pursue something or someone so foolish – a figment of her imagination perhaps, she might as well dream impossible, reluctantly, and pursue it wholeheartedly.
She would meet Cary Grant. But the conundrum was, he was gone from this world. Long ago in a far away time when films were black and white and Hollywood the golden dream.
[Read more…] about Hopes, Dreams, & JesusI traipsed down the stairs to face the first coat of my painting job from the night before. The foyer walls stared back at me indignantly.
“Well, isn’t this a fine mess?”
I’d just come from the bathroom and the reality in the mirror. My hair had said the same thing. You see, I was growing out a pixie cut and had been dye-free for almost a year now. Hairs stood up in silver disarray.
My in-between walls and hair had entered the ugly stages.
[Read more…] about Keeping the Faith When Life Gets MessyDesperate.
Desperate for peace of mind.
Space … physical, emotional.
For clarity.
For a speck of softness among shattered glass.
At times, a heart so frantic that the body hums to its rhythm, vibrating.
Yet, we know that we know Jesus.
And that should change things.
It should change things … the cancer diagnosis, death of a child, kidnapping.
Desperate situations.
Desperate footsteps from pacing.
Desperate whirling thoughts.
And when finally sleep comes after the cacophony days, it is a welcome robber.
The fortune in my hand read, “You will raise reptiles in the hot sands of the Serengeti.”
I laughed aloud and handed it to the waiter to read.
He smiled, knowingly, and took a seat at our table … expounding on the adventures I would have in the wilds of Africa.
[Read more…] about Who Needs a Storyteller?Before the glitter of Christmas was put away, I sat quietly on the couch. Nearby, the dogs slept, and the cats’ long furry bodies curved into C’s around each other exclaiming their superiority at warming one another.
My gaze fell upon the blue bottles hanging outside on the porch. Their purpose, windchimes. They swayed splendidly among the snowflakes that sparkled against the dreary wet day, the shining light of white from the electrical current making them glow.
It was a perfect shot. Blue upon white. Not marred by daylight but enhanced by mist. Lore wound itself in my brain while A Christmas Carol and Scrooge skittered in the background.
[Read more…] about The Oil LampDear Wallflower,
It happened slowly. The fight to remain within the crowd and center stage, waning. And being pushed to the edges to stand watchful, felt comfortable. Envy swirled momentarily, those formative years, at the banter of center stage. Friendly. Exciting.
Yet, deep and quiet shadows entranced.
[Read more…] about To The Wallflower On The Outside Looking In…You’re doing it wrong. You have no idea how to love.
You watch the movies, read the romances. Have been on this earth for a few decades, yet you have no clue how to love?
[Read more…] about Learning How To Love Because It’s Worth It…I sat in the early morning sunshine today.
The earth greeted me with birds singing and bees buzzing on the purple coneflowers in the bed beyond the front porch.
The days have been long. Worries many. Yet life continued… remained.
[Read more…] about The God of All Comfort & MeI’ve been sick now for a few days. The household is backing up. You know, laundry… dishes… clean surfaces. Don’t get me wrong, my husband and kids have been pitching in. It’s just not the same.
Sick enough to call out from work, I’m watching The Price is Right, ensconced on the couch with a Coke and a blanket. I can see the trees out the back window, blowing wildly in the cold winter air. I’d love to go stand next to one, hear the creak of the wood and feel the same waves of wind buffet my body.
[Read more…] about The Realty of Life (sick days and all)
