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the wonder of words
Spring tends to stir my creativity, bringing it to full bloom in camaraderie with the bursting leaves and blossoms. Always there are new hopes and possibilities, new projects to consider, new perspectives to freshen daily tasks that have grown worn and stale. Today, I am reflecting again on some persistent questions that have been swirling in my heart: Who am I as a writer? What unique message do I have to share? Who is the audience I can best serve? The answers I’m finding to these questions have surprised and excited me. I see writing as worship, revelation, ministry. It is my gift, given freely by the Lord, which I…
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She’ll Never Be
She’ll never be an artist, cradling a brush in once-chubby fingers grown slender and strong as she’s honed her craft. She’ll never be a writer, weaving worlds with her words, capturing the everyday and transforming it into splashes of glory upon the page. She’ll never be a doctor, wielding the power of life and death in her hands, carrying healing and hope into each new birthing room and bedside vigil. She’ll never be a gardener, harvesting her yield and tilling soil to begin anew, crumbling clods of earth between callused yet tender fingers. She’ll never be a mama, caressing sleep-flushed cheeks, kissing away bruises and heartaches, snuggling her babies close…
