After years of angst about Halloween—how to avoid it, connect with townspeople through it, inoculate it, renounce it, blah blah blah, what was I so worked up about?—we’ve finally found a family tradition that we love. On the thirty-first of October, we welcome friends who might otherwise be alone that night—mostly the unmarried women we […]
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I dreamed I saw her again Her sweet little grin Her sister hung back and wouldn’t touch me But she came to my arms And snuggled And smiled I held her And when I woke there was a pit of darkness in my heart That will not go away, still And no matter what I
How many of us do you think will have the chance to speak timely words to a mother dithering on the edge of her pro-life / pro-choice decision? One in a hundred? Less than that? I cannot tell. But I know this: Every day, my words and actions to everyone around me vote for life
Open thy mouth for the dumb in the cause of all such as are appointed to destruction. Open thy mouth, judge righteously, and plead the cause of the poor and needy. Proverbs 31:8-9 Confession: I’m not sure if I am reading all the dark stories on purpose, or if I am being unconsciously drawn to
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Here’s the rest of what I have to say. It’s short.
I once said that what government does cannot heal your world. (You didn’t take much notice of it because that was the day I also said what you eat cannot heal your world.) I said, “Please consider the gospel you preach. There is no cure for human suffering except the one found in the person of Jesus and His final redemption.”
Have you ever wondered how much the world could change for the worse, and still exist?
I’ve been reading dark books of late. Some of them were meant to be dark, and some achieved it by accident.
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Confession: I don’t often do it this way, but to bring you up to speed on the last few months I’m going to just this once. In brief then, here’s a photographical run-down of our summer. Let me start with breakfast. When you have half a dozen children, the simple pleasures of life such as
Gingerly I feel down the length of myself Like an animal after a tumble Which critical parts am I missing? But I cannot feel And I cannot tell My house is silent Three big children off to school Two toddlers who were with us, and are not One baby sleeping My head aches while my
I think of this story around this time of year, when our bushes hang heavy with berries. Once upon a time when I was a little girl, we went to stay in the home of some friends in Virginia. When we arrived, our hosts showed us around and made us comfortable, in true Valley style.
I am the light you cannot see, searching, piercing – not the mild sunlight of a summer day or the glimmer of candle and firelight, but the unescapable blaze of a streetlight on a deserted parking lot when all around is darkness.
I love you.
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