The Heart of Holy

Here's a piece I wrote for my church after attending their Women's Conference. Contributed by Mary Jackson I sunk onto a seat and glanced around the room. The women had garlanded the walls and windows of the sanctuary with eucalyptus, making the sanctuary a sweet and earthy escape from the winter outside. Filling the room, …

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It’s Okay to be Here

The setting sun sets fire to my clothes, the edges of my sleeve shining gold. All the lights in the house are off, and these last rays steal in and rob patches of darkness (patches of the sink, the table, the floor). I stand at the sink washing dishes. I do my best thinking here, …

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The Love that Spills Over

  She flew south, and then she migrated home. Home to Ohio and now here—seated at the table by the window. It is so good when a friend comes home. Friends are places where the soul lands safe, and mine nestles in to hug this missed missionary. We talk about the hard things over plates …

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That Word of Encouragement

No one knows me better than my mom. I can see us now—sitting like we always do—her in the cream-colored chair, the one blued over with birds and branches; me on the couch, tucked in between decorative pillows, bare feet on the ottoman edge. Both of us cupping steaming mugs of coffee (either our first …

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Seeking Righteousness over Rightness: living that daily sacrifice

The words come hard, slow. Ideas that have sat muddled in my mind for weeks fight to sharpen and focus. What does it mean—practically, spiritually—to seek righteousness over rightness? It’s a hard topic; it’s one that resides in the nucleus, forming the thoughts, the actions. Which do I long for more? Do I long to be …

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A Sliver of a Thought: the leafless places

Have you ever gone outside, in the deep sleep of night, and listened to the snow fall? Blanket wrapped around the shoulders (slippers printing the snow dust on the porch), and the snow whispers as it glides down . . . not another sound in the wide world. And for a rare moment, the mind …

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Humility

Customer after customer seemed to challenge my pride. Maybe it was the day, maybe it was the pull of the moon (I don’t know), but condescension was running high. They seemed to look me in the face and ask boldly, “do you even know what you’re doing?” And my sense of importance in the workplace …

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