I have read the Christmas story a few times in my life, actually, probably several times every year since my birth. Which adds up to hundreds of times. This year, so far, I have heard it twice and read it three times. And as is sometimes the case with stories from the Bible, I heard … Continue reading Fear Not
Inspiration
Advent
Once again my heart withdraws. It pulls away, like a turtle pulling into its shell. The world has gone mad. I am convinced of it. My heart aches. It is grieving. I am sure there would be tears…if hearts could cry. Within the groaning comes a sadness born out of loss. Somehow, I don’t think … Continue reading Advent
I am a Hypocrite
I am a hypocrite. Allow me to explain. I have taught my children to believe in a God who protects his children. I have taught them that to be bold in their profession of faith is a desirable trait. I have taught them that to follow Jesus and to be like him should be their … Continue reading I am a Hypocrite
City of Light
Paris. The city of light. The city of love. The city of bakeries, and sidewalk cafes, and rich decadent foods. The city of art, and culture, and history. I weep for you. For your loss. For your broken heart. I weep for your mothers and fathers…for your sons and daughters. My mind does not understand … Continue reading City of Light
Roseburg
There is something about violent loss of life that affects me deeply. I can’t really describe it exactly. It is like part of me FEELS it as if it was my own. I liken it to when I miscarried our first child and it felt as if part of ME was missing. Like part of … Continue reading Roseburg
I Am Not the Savior of the World
I am not the savior of the world. I know you are shocked by this statement. I am currently waiting for the news crews to show up on my lawn with their trucks and cameras. “Michelle Gunnin has just made the startling announcement that she is not the savior of the world. Whatever will we … Continue reading I Am Not the Savior of the World
Fourteen
Fourteen years since our world changed forever. How can that be? I am now teaching children who were not born yet on 9-11. Some of them know about it, and some of them don’t. That fact is hard for me to even wrap my head around. How can they NOT know? As a teacher, I … Continue reading Fourteen
Song of the Sea
The usual ebb and flow of the waves is more of a constant on this windy day after the morning storms. The song starts at a crescendo and remains there. The bass thunders low, steady and nearly continuous. The ground rumbles under my feet as the water rolls like a boiling pot. The white caps … Continue reading Song of the Sea
Reminder
I love the beach. I love the Song of the Sea and I long to hear it. But sometimes there are voices in my head that drown it out. I think most women know these voices. They come from my own head as I put on my bathing suit and step outside. They are the … Continue reading Reminder
“Daddy, Look at me!”
The boogie board is parallel to the horizon. The boy upon it bobs up and down with the surf with a tentative look in his eyes. He is sitting upright, tensely, as his father pushes the board further out into the deeper waters. The father’s arms are firmly holding either end of the board and … Continue reading “Daddy, Look at me!”
Michelle's Mosaic 