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joy :: day two :: in the details

oftentimes i am too busy for the details. my brain gets mushed into thinking that everything on the news is the only news. sluggishly moping along like there is no good out there. no sparkle. no triumph. no joy. i wander in and out of a pessimistic haze, unsure of my faith, too much noise,

i have HOPE because it was SPOKEN (part one)

how do you explain a special gift of attending a women’s Christian conference & a travel plan that makes you anxious (switching planes & a big Hotlanta airport with an embarrassing story to boot), & the connections from a stranger-turned-friend are placed in just the right timing? & even perhaps, how you sit next to

the wellness of all

the wellness of all the wellness of all and others alike is to be well with each other elder, teen, babe or tike. but what about the tweeners, or folks in between, can we give up on our wellness our hopes, or our dreams? well of course not, you silly, you ninny, you fool, we

i will conquer the west

about my fears, i wrote the following, knowing that only by conquering my fears of beginning, will i ever know if i can. the more i wonder, the braver i become. i am not the west. i am the north. i breathe the south. i embrace the east. but the west. it is scary, dry,

my horizon is my hope

i can hear the rumbles, but it cannot scare me away this time. i feel the mist, and yet, i am not affected. nothing can stop this exhilaration of hope. i am able to do hard things through one person here, & the Greatest One Ever. me, & Him. with work & FAITH. He has