a planted life | learning to love
Photo by kira schwarz on Pexels.com Fear can strangle you. Lies can put you in real danger. Truth can be a hurricane sweeping through and flattening everything you've worked to build. And you can be so overcome with the shadow of death that you stop bagging your tomatoes in the produce section and grind your... Continue Reading →
Lord, it's too much Too much evil Too much death Too much weight Weight my chest can't bear I know you say, "Bring it here" But when I try I can't lift it I can't speak it It can't stay this way I don't know how to Open my mouth and say All the pain... Continue Reading →
Honestly I'm angry. It's 10 pm and I just made myself shut off my phone. What I read on Twitter tonight has me writhing in anger! I see people loosing their grip on their wealth and spinning the elderly and vulnerable as worthy martyrs on behalf of the American dream. It makes me want to... Continue Reading →
I once had a splinter of wood deep in the tip of my thumb. I thought it healed. But pain continued where the conniving shard had been. Red, tender flesh pushed up like play-dough pressed through a hole in a toy. This wart-looking-thing festered bled and hurt so bad, I sought a doctor. The doctor... Continue Reading →
If wrinkled Boomers with diabetes and heart disease amputations and hemiparesis are random collisions of worn out atoms draining our society of valuable resources... If the cost of rehabilitating the Grey Tsunami, aphasic from stroke, requiring a hoyer lift to move their paralyzed frames from bed to a rolling shower chair so nurses’ aides can... Continue Reading →
How long, O Lord? How long must I watch as the seed I just planted is picked at and analyzed by the one who should be watering it? How long until this ache I keep assessing for signs of real cardiac pain, not the other heart that's aching in me, stops fibrilating and starts resting... Continue Reading →
In September my husband and I will have been married for 25 years. And that's no testimony to our skill, secrets or practices. We've done just about everything wrong. And making it this long is no guarantee that we'll make it another 25 years. When our friends ask how we'er doing, I tell them our... Continue Reading →
Cultivating Faithfulness 