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Mysterious Rendezvous: April 2013
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So, as I realized my heart was stirring more and more, I thought I should get inside. I opened the back door of my car to get my laptop. That's when I noticed them glistening in the evening sun in the backseat of my car, the cobwebs. I reached up and wiped them away thinking how silly it is that there are cobwebs in my car. Do you have any idea how incredible you are? Do you know how your friendship changes and blesses people? Do you know how much you've blessed me? View my complete profile. You have to ...
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Mysterious Rendezvous: July 2012
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Lets try this again. Blessing For A New Home. Let's try this again. Apparently yesterday I was more tired than I was willing to believe. So tired I managed to cut off the end of this incredible blessing. Also, so tired I forgot to put creamer in my coffee this morning. The blessing is so beautiful it is worth a new post. As for the coffee, I'll try again tomorrow. May this house shelter your life. When you come in home here,. May all the weight of the world. Fall from your shoulders. Of pretense or image.
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Mysterious Rendezvous: December 2012
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Nuns Dont Have Mid-life Crises. This year, there was a gift from my aunt, although she tried to disguise it as a gift from her grandson, my 3 yr old cousin. I picked up the gift and removed the tissue paper and began to laugh uncontrollably. Laughing so hard I literally fell down on my knees doubled over laughing. Inside my bag was this. We all ache to be known. It is a good thing when we gift one another with something that says. I was listening and I know you. See. Nuns Don't Have Mid-life Crises.
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A Prodigal Pilgrim: February 2011
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Reclaiming my place in this journey toward Life. repeatedly. :-). Wednesday, February 09, 2011. The end of an era (? It's been an excellent (and sporadic) 5 years. I think it's high time for a change. Come see why! Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Wife to an incredible husband, mama to the sweetest daughter, definite pilgrim, outdoor enthusiast, frequently crafty creature (in the creative-crafty sense), asker of questions, seeker of answers, runner when i am able. View my complete profile. To be savored .
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A Prodigal Pilgrim: December 2010
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Reclaiming my place in this journey toward Life. repeatedly. :-). Saturday, December 11, 2010. There are no words to adequately describe. I am just glad to be here,. Celebrating life and re-telling stories. My Grandma is amazing. Monday, December 06, 2010. Lights and a gift for a friend will brighten my library space. Until she comes to collect them. In the meantime, I have "A Christmas Carrel"). Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. To be savored . Thoughts for the journey.
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Mysterious Rendezvous: January 2013
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Have you ever spilled a bottle of perfume? Intentionally or unintentionally poured it all out? I took out the toiletry bag and did my best to clean it up. But, the past 24 hours I've continued to smell the perfume. In every room of my house and everywhere I go, I notice its scent. My jacket and raincoat were in the suitcase. As I've put on my raincoat several times today, I noticed the perfume. It lingers. Everywhere. After noticing it a dozen times tonight, I thought. In John's account, he says. It ling...
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Mysterious Rendezvous: November 2013
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This morning as I was laying in bed I stretched a bit and noticed something on my pj pants. The conversation in my head went a little something like this. It's something stuck, but what is it? What is in the middle of the blob? Is that a seed? Oh my gosh that's strawberry jelly! Wait I didn't have strawberry yesterday, I had cherry. When did I have strawberry? Lying in my 2 day old jelly sums up this past weekend. I look around my apartment and think. What story are you trying to tell? A Place of Peace.
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whispers of the garden: April 2010
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Thursday, April 22, 2010. On nights much like tonight, the clock ticks to an hour later than I should be up. and I find my mind just wandering and dreaming away about heaven. Long after the voices are silenced for the day and the world is stilled, my heart has moments every now and then where it feels the freedom and the security to just dream wildly and recklessly. And so. Heaven. I know that may seem silly. We've never been there. what's to think about? What's to even talk about? I just want heaven.
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Mysterious Rendezvous: November 2011
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A Labor of Love. Further Soul Making - A Heart Statement. Waiting on the Mystery. A Labor of Love. There's a pound cake baking in my oven. Last week I realized my grandmother, Mema, would have celebrated her 81st birthday. What would she be like at 81? I'm certain she would be incredible. She was awesome at 71, so why not 81? Thinking about all of this tonight, I remember calling her one afternoon in college for a recipe. I wanted to know how she made her pound cake. Standing in my kitchen, I gra...I tho...
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Mysterious Rendezvous: October 2011
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I love opening a new journal for the first time. The creaking of the binding as it opens. A whiff of freshness. The crispness of new pages. So much empty space waiting. It is a world yet to be discovered. a waiting, conceived with hope, grown inside the pages, and birthed from the soul. giving life to the heart and allowing it to breathe. Deep, slow, cyclic breaths, inhaling grace and mercy and exhaling through the tip of a pen the pain, joy, and longing of our story. View my complete profile.
