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Dwelling on pilgrimage (psalm 84)
These feeble hands hold tear-stained faces while also wiping the tears from my own My mind wanders and wonders The growing rush of emotions of mine and theirs threatening to drown it out…
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The Dichotomy
I hear the sound of an opening door and the pitter patter of steps toward ours. I internally sigh, wondering if the sun is even out on the day we can actually sleep…
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Morning coffee
Every morning I look forward to the quiet sounds and wafting fragrance of our daily coffee. The water comes to a boil, the timer goes off after four minutes, and my sweet husband…
