It’s late summer, 1951. We just moved from El Monte, California, to a house near Savannah, Georgia. The front yard faces the river you see in the photo above. I’m 7 ½ years old. I don’t know how to swim; a half-mile wide river flows in front of our house.
Not long after we move in, Read the rest of this entry »
Today I couldn’t stop thinking about this piece I wrote in response to the 9/11/2001 attack on the World Trade Center. I still believe every word I wrote back then, and find them both comforting and challenging given our current world situation. Thanks for reading and commenting if you’d like. Elouise
It’s difficult to focus.
Voices and images
clamor for my attention,
my response,
my analysis of what is beyond all reason.
I force myself to stay close to the bone,
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Here’s a meditation on one of my favorite Psalms, only 3 verses long, and one of my everyday challenges as a blogger.
Psalm 131, Today’s English Version
Lord, I have given up my pride
And turned away from my arrogance.
I am not concerned with great matters
Or with subjects too difficult for me.
Instead, I am content and at peace.
As a child lies quietly in its mother’s arms,
So my heart is quiet within me.
Israel, trust in the Lord
Now and forever!
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Years ago I fell in love. Not with a man, but with his writings. George MacDonald and I share at least this: He too was deeply connected to the church and struggled with depression. In addition, he was a Scottish pastor, sometimes at odds with his church. He died believing himself to be a failure. Read the rest of this entry »
It’s difficult to focus.
Voices and images
clamor for my attention,
my response,
my analysis of what is beyond all reason.
I force myself to stay close to the bone, Read the rest of this entry »
wind-whipped branches writhe
nestling birds cling for dear life
nature on rampage
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It’s 3:00 am
I’m alone in the house Read the rest of this entry »
Telling the Truth 