I had never seen Dad afraid of anything…until Mom got sick. I saw him set his chin with trembling lips. I saw him stand and smile with tearful eyes. I saw him shore himself up with heavy shoulders. Watching him anticipate each new loss was like watching him lose part of himself. Every time Mom … Continue reading Surrender
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Post-Election
This post-election blog has been in my computer for some time. Words floating around from my head into my fingers, because my brain knew half of the country would be devastated by whatever the results of the election turn out to be and the other half would be gloating. The fight has been intense with … Continue reading Post-Election
Words Spoken
This post is from a Women's Event at Grace Monroe. I spoke to the Woven women's ministry on Monday evening. Several women asked for a copy of my talk, so here it is. Hopefully, others may also be blessed by it. Good evening, Ladies. Thank you for leaving your burdens at the door. Sometimes we … Continue reading Words Spoken
Western NC
I feel like Western NC is an extension of my home. Having been in and around the NE Georgia mountains my whole life, it is only natural for this mountain-loving girl to have explored beyond my own mountains into those of NC. I have traveled the Blue Ridge Parkway numerous times. Gone to the Craftsman’s … Continue reading Western NC
Helene
The devastating pictures from Helene have my heart breaking this morning. Some of my favorite places have been completely destroyed. I know this storm affected many states, but the crisis in NC and Tennessee is the majority of what I have been seeing. All of Western NC is cut off from the outside world. No … Continue reading Helene
Another Memorial Stone
Today, I heave another memorial stone upon the altar. There are 36 now. One for each year post accident. It doesn’t matter that this sacred memorial is only in my mind. That fact doesn’t make it any less holy, for it is in my mind that the events of that day are etched. Seared really. … Continue reading Another Memorial Stone
Dwell Here
At Easter, I don’t like to dwell on the crucifixion. I prefer to camp out at the empty tomb and read about the glorious death of death. The violence of Jesus being beat and tortured unto death breaks my heart to pieces. The pain and agony are too much. The betrayal, the march to the … Continue reading Dwell Here
Michelle's Mosaic 