only one is true

used wood, barbed, beaten, chains Because they are close friends (the kind who know how good your biscuits are and how bad your imagination is) and because they asked, I told them:

“I’m scared of something all the time. Please pray against my anxiety and fear.”

Out of one’s mouth

– like a reprimand and a kiss –

rolled this …

{continue reading My First Post at (in)Courage !}


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About me


On a Regular Day: the Terrible and the Fantastic
June 23, 2015
You Have Not Come to Darkness
April 30, 2014
A Haines Home Companion: On Limbo
February 27, 2014
Poor and Powerless: My First Time to Speak
April 17, 2013
A Haines Home Companion: Wrestling in Spring
April 01, 2013
7 Thoughts on that Dark Good Day
March 29, 2013
Nameless Woman: An Abstraction on the Spirit
March 27, 2013
When I Don’t Feel God
March 11, 2013
The Chains of Worry: About a Skinny Girl Who Wrote an Eating Disorder Book
October 24, 2012


Reply August 17, 2009

I read this at (in)Courage this morning. You left me thoughtful, offered wings to thoughts still wanting words. I hope your Monday is wonderful... :-)

Reply August 17, 2009

I love it. I am so glad you get to be a part of (in)Courage.

Reply August 17, 2009

In your words, as our sky-chatting friend likes to say, my soul has found room to breathe and I am at rest. You, Amber, are such a gift.

Reply August 18, 2009

I "read you" on (in) courage and clicked on over. I resonate with your version two.... and am seeing again my momma purpose as the high calling it is. Bringing heaven to earth in the lives of my children. :) I too am adopting a daughter from Ethiopia, as I read in your bio.


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