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Prepare Him Room (First Day of Advent)

(This year, 2017, the title for each Advent devotional will be a phrase from a traditional Christmas carol. If you know the name of the carol, write it in the comments below. Everyone who comments the correct title each day on my blog page will be entered to win a gift card on the day after Christmas. You must post your comment within 2 days.  Merry Christmas!)

Read: Revelation 19:6-8; Ephesians 5:25-27; John 14:2-3

The season of Advent is a time we set aside each year to remember all that the birth of our Savior means to us. We read once again the prophecies that foretold His birth, we read the Gospels’ account of the details surrounding His birth- the angels’ announcements to His parents, the trek to Bethlehem, the shepherds, the Christmas angels- all those things that are so familiar to us that it’s almost like remembering a part of our own life story. Continue reading “Prepare Him Room (First Day of Advent)”

I Can’t Be Outraged Anymore


There is a crack in everything, that’s how the light gets in- a lyric from Leonard Cohen’s “Anthem” that seems to resonate with most everyone who is familiar with the song. It is, obviously, the line that sets the theme of the piece- the theme of hope in the middle of dark places and dark times.

We are indeed living in dark times. Oh, I don’t intend to give a list here of examples of the darkness in our world. The point of this whole entry is to express the weariness that is in my spirit when I see the evidence of this darkness.

And I want to say this: Yes, I see it. All of it. All of the ugliness and meanness that people do to each other. I hear it. All of it. All of the hatred and demoralizing and dehumanizing that goes on.  I see it. I hear it. Just like you do. Continue reading “I Can’t Be Outraged Anymore”

A funny thing happened on the way home from the solar eclipse….

A friend of mine and I made the trek to North Georgia to see the total solar eclipse. It was amazing. Sitting in a field of sunshine, surrounded by the green lush mountains of North Georgia, listening to a musician and visiting with friends- though we had some clouds covering up the Big Event, we still had a perfect view most of the time, and the clouds parted just in time for us to be able to view the total eclipse. Just perfect.

Then we got in the car to drive home. It’s usually a four hour trip at the most. But we immediately got trapped on a series of two lane roads through the mountains that looked like this:


Continue reading “A funny thing happened on the way home from the solar eclipse….”

A Thousand Tiny Threads

I am not a morning person. Let me take a moment and define what I mean by that. Being a successful introvert most of my life, it takes a great degree of awakeness for me to be ready to greet the world every morning. This level of awakeness usually occurs around lunch. If I appear happy and friendly before lunch, please understand, this is only a ruse that I have perfected after years of having to pretend to be cheerful way too early in the morning. Continue reading “A Thousand Tiny Threads”

Soul De-tox

I am sitting here drinking my after-dinner detox tea. I also call it my “hippie” tea. It’s got burdock root and dandelion fuzz and probably some sort of ground-up insect. It’s not terrible tasting if you put enough honey and lemon in it, and it obviously does what it’s supposed to do.  This stuff is good- it helps my liver and kidneys clean out all the toxins that build up in my body that keep things from working as well as they should.

With each sip I’m reflecting proudly on this good thing I am doing for my body. But I am also thinking about how I wish that there was a fix for detoxing my spirit that were as easy as sipping a cup of tea.


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Second Breakfast


For several years, my Daddy and I had summers off together. He was living the dream of his last career as a paraprofessional at Perry Middle School, and I was working in various positions in the Christian School ministry field.  Every morning, he would get up early with Mama. They would have coffee, read the paper, and she would fix a bowl of grits or oatmeal for their breakfast. Then she would go to work.

By the time I got up, Daddy would have brewed a second pot of coffee and would have started working his way through it. Some days I would get up and he would be in the bathroom getting ready for the day. Some days he would be sitting on the porch with his coffee. And some days, he would have gone to town.

Wherever I might have found him on those balmy summer mornings, our ritual was always the same. Because, you see, these were the seasons of The Second Breakfast. Continue reading “Second Breakfast”



Recently I discovered a Facebook group of fellow Hashimoto’s sufferers. I have been reading with heavy heart the posts from people who are trying to figure out their bodies in light of all of the havoc that this disease introduces. So much frustration, desperation, determination, and defeat tinged with sweet, and sometimes too brief, moments of success. Continue reading “Inside-Out”



This morning, Fiona Fred had a little potty accident. Now, look at that word, “little.” That is a relative word. It is used when comparing things. This morning’s “little” potty accident is little in relation to, say a buffalo coming into the house and having a potty accident. Continue reading “Cat-Poop-Astrope”

Find Your Laugh


My friend Ashley has the greatest laugh I’ve ever heard! She has an infectious laugh filled with exuberance and bursting at the seams with pure delight. Now, her laugh is also pretty loud. Our friend Adam chides her for that and I sometimes want to punch him when he does because laughter is such a necessary thing in this life. And also, I really love her laugh! Continue reading “Find Your Laugh”

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