Only His Wounds Can Heal

It’s Silent Saturday. The day before we celebrate Jesus’ resurrection.

I’m not asking a question as I normally do in this post, but I’m also not being silent today.

I sit down at my desk to write and the legs of a chair that’s been headed for the junk pile for months now kick out in front of me. I gather it up and calmly set it by the door. By the time I get back to my seat, I’ve had time to ruminate on the other things that have…

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Look to Christ

192captuI nestle down in my writing nook and open the window to cool spring air and birds singing.  Before my alarm goes off to remind me to write, I’m writing.  This is the first morning to click the “Add New” link in WordPress in well over a month. There seems to be a calm before a storm outside my window.  The sky is funereal and the still-bear trees reach and sway upward toward it as if to lift hands to heaven. Crying for what’s to come.

It’s not for me and…

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