I’ve been yearning for a spotlight. I don’t mean a brash stage light, as in “Light me up for all the world to see!” (Far from it these days.) But what I want is a massive overhead floodlight. I want one that will illuminate the entire path in front of me so I can see…
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Redemption
We have slowly found our way to a measure of redemption.
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Half Full
…where does a person even begin to figure out how it all works, now that everything has changed?
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Free
…she chose to focus on the one and only positive aspect of his death: his freedom.
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The Heart Knows
Sometimes my heart knows what my head has yet to wrap itself around.
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Out of the Picture
“When I look at this photo, I see the man behind the camera…”
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Ripples
My life keeps moving forward, even though at times it feels as if it should have stopped on that surreal day–like a clock whose hands are frozen at the exact moment it got knocked off the mantel.
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Kaleidoscope
Kaleidoscope…pieces could never return to their original, intact state. But because they were broken–and broken together–they were creating beauty all the same.
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A Very Real Christmas
…Trying to create a “Merry Christmas” for our families when we’re still in those first tender stages of recovery can feel like trying to decorate the perfect cake for a six-year-old when all you have to work with is black frosting.
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Voyeur
I had prepared myself to see it (or so I thought)…
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