July 2012
June 2012
gathering days...thirty six
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sand toys
sidewalk chalk
bubbles
a butterfly in a jar.
Just a few things on my shopping list this week for family, soon to arrive.
I am cleaning the place from top to bottom, getting ready.
A clean floor for chubby knees, Kenyan coffee for the girls, and bone-deep thankfulness to live on.
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~ lindasinklings
“He reached down from heaven and rescued me; He drew me out of deep waters.”
– Psalm 18:16
(via beauty-for-ashes)
gathering days...thirty five
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I got a bad haircut today. The last time that happened I cried. I’m sorry to admit it, but there it is.
Today was a little different. As the stylist was working I asked how she was…and she told me. She had just kicked her boyfriend out because he wouldn’t stop drinking and her heart was broken because he left gladly for the parties. Drinking won.
Afraid to be alone she...
gathering days...thirty four
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Yesterday a young man leaned over my desk and asked me how to learn empathy. I told him he wouldn’t like the answer.
Because the heart-set is not learned through textbooks, but through fire. Gained by a broken heart healed to love through the cracks. We don’t go straight to the finish line, but take the winding way and gather bits and pieces as we climb.
Rumi writes, “The...
