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Lesson Eleven 66

No fanfare, no drama
No recriminations, no denial
No sacrifice, no valor…

No anything anymore.

The words have dried up
They’re dust on the floor… 300 more words


Digital Laryngitis

I keep trying to talk. To say something. “It doesn’t have to be profound,” I tell myself. “Just talk about our day.” At least 4 times a day I think…that would make a funny blog. 550 more words

Foster Parents

For the rocky ground, the uncertain forgiveness, the tough choices...when you fall down, fall short, fall all over the place... on the Journey

I spent all of Saturday morning, 5ish am to just past 2pm in the ER with Mom. She fell down. The head is cut, but not broken, and the body is extremely sore. 1,189 more words


When you think you've given it all away, when the regret runs deep, and the hurt is just too hard - for the broken beautiful... on the Journey

I spent the better part of yesterday trying to convince a young heart that we are more than our past mistakes. Sometimes we make choices that regret isn’t even the right word for. 1,374 more words


Quick Reminders for the weary prayer warriors today... on this Journey

Rich Mullins – We Are Not As Strong As We Think W…: http://youtu.be/N2fHqsZLFMo

The much needed truth.

It’s a whole new day. Yesterday brought challenges and we faced them and tucked into bed with tears shed and prayers said. 197 more words



There are some nights when
sleep plays coy,
aloof and distainful.
And all the wiles
that I employ to win
its service to my side… 11 more words



It might be lonelier
Without the loneliness-
I’m so accustomed to my Fate-
Perhaps the Other- Peace-

Would interrupt the Dark
and crowd the little room- 51 more words