Even Whispered Words Echo

Long ago, someone felt led to share with me that she felt I was carrying a burden of grief. At the time, I thought she had heard wrong, since I'd never yet had to bury anyone close to me. I couldn't imagine anything other than death being a cause for grieving.

She was so right on, however, as I have finally come to realize over the years. I've carried such incredible grief for so many things, some of which I believe weren't even mine to carry, and it's nearly crushed me at times....

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This is the first winter I've found myself not dragged under by the darkness and cold, and although I still highly dislike the cold, there is just too much beauty in the winter to waste energy in hating it. It reminds me of the poem:

"The winter loves me.
That is, I love winter,
And when you love something
It loves you back
In whatever way it can"
(I thought the poet was Archibald Macleish, but can't verify it for certain)
I remember...

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(Named Tamarra, after the name I gave to my lump . . "Here today . . gone Tamarra")

It’s been almost 2 weeks now since I found the lump on a Friday night. I imagine everyone who’s ever faced this sort of disruption in their life has felt very much the same things I’ve felt as it’s unfolded. I think my doctor must’ve thought I didn’t grasp the gravity of what he was telling me, and I also think he knew as soon as he touched it. Many have been admirably professional in...

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I wonder what lies beneath
The piles and heaps and shifting mounds of
Fluted, convoluted
Rippled dips and escalades
That rearrange themselves
and rearrange again
again . .
Sculpted by the scorching, arid winds.

Does it have a choice?
In where is more, is less,
Is sharply ridged and curved and bent,
Is scoured until nothing grows
in the dessicated winds?

Or will it burst to life again...

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What an incredible day . . what an incredible life you have given to me, Lord. I was so delighted to see who was leading worship this morning, my favorite team . . and when they led us in this beautiful song, all I could do was stand there in full awe . . and weep . .

IN YOU (Mercy Me)

I put my hope in you
I lay my life in the palm of your hand
I'm constantly drawn to you O Lord
In ways I cannot comprehend

It's the creator...

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