One of my favorite signs of spring is the bucket men. I’m afraid I don’t know what else to call them. As the snow disappears, there is a group of black men who appear at a busy intersection near my church. 603 more words
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Slum-ber-ing: To be in a state of inactivity, negligence, quiescence, or calm. To dispel or forget by slumbering."
It is Good Friday.
I am sitting in a silent sanctuary.
Seven candles are burning on the Communion table draped in the black of mourning. 567 more words
Do you remember a catchy little song from the ’80’s that went, “Don’t worry, be happy” for about 10 minutes straight? It would get stuck in my mind and become an unintentional mental mantra. 299 more words
What is your pain threshold? I can tolerate moderate pain up to a certain point, and then I admit, I get whiney! When I had my emergency eye surgery, one of the most difficult parts of that experience was when the very young residents were trying to insert an IV into my dehydrated and invisible veins. 201 more words
Did you ever think you would be so happy to see dirt? DIRT! Squishy, muddy, beautiful brown dirt! We have spent the last few weeks entombed in snow and ice, the dreary bleakness seeping into our souls. 211 more words