Category Archives: early morning thoughts

… rambling …

I walked this morning—the coolness of the new day begged me to relax— and trust.  The flag waved and shouted freedom; the birds echoed praise. I tried to believe in God’s promises. My thoughts soared in many directions. Thank you, … Continue reading

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… grounded in love…

Some gardeners call this the plant from hell. Tom and I have been reworking most of the gardens on our plot of ground while  undercover these weeks.  We are taking back the grass… mowing is easier than weeding in old … Continue reading

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… speaking gold …

“That is so stupid, Barbara.” Where in the world did that thought come from? I asked myself quietly, but knowing exactly why that phrase came. Words buried in my memory surfaced as I peeled a mango one morning this week. … Continue reading

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. . . trusting? . . . and washing feet?

So, maybe I am not as content with confinement as I thought . . . confined . . . but free . . . Something is wrong–just not quite right. This morning I just couldn’t bring myself to joy in … Continue reading

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. . . confined . . . but free . . .

There is a scene in the film Count of Monte Cristo that triggers fear in me . . . even now . It has been years since I saw the movie. I remember the close confines of the dungeon’s rock … Continue reading

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. . . just blind . . .

Why was the line in the post office so long? It took me a second to remember what week it was.  “This is not the week before Christmas, is it?” What is going on I wondered on this fourteenth day … Continue reading

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. . . colorblind? . . .

Now I remember . . . I remember what I miss most about our years in Vienna. Color . . .  hearts painted in every shade of red, yellow, black and browns. I hugged color, laughed with color, prayed with … Continue reading

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. . . with angels . . .

My sister’s picture wrapped the entire computer screen as I downloaded it into this post. I sat and cried as I saw her beautiful . . . bigger than life.She had wasted to sixty pounds the last few weeks, barely … Continue reading

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. . . in kindness . . .

I am so ready for my fighting guests to leave . . . they have been neither kind or considerate. Our garden sanctuary is more like a war zone these hot humid days. Soaring like Kamikaze pilots of World War … Continue reading

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. . . in the dark . . .

  Tom and I were walking in the dark; the moon was hidden with clouds, blanketing any light to see our way through the trees. Tom had brought a flashlight along, so he decided to use it. That was a … Continue reading

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