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The smell of urine stained the sidewalks that were cracked and miserable.  There was noise in the people walking by, the crackling noise of snow on a broken television set … Continue reading

August 10, 2010 · 3 Comments

stepping stones

Stepping stones . . . I’m a girl hopping across the sea, stepping gingerly on the backs of ancient sea turtles that emerge from the water one by one.  Their … Continue reading

April 16, 2010 · 3 Comments

eden ii

We were standing on a cliff, overlooking the tremendous waterfall that roared and crashed into a placid pool below.  We jumped off into a dive with our arms spread wide.  … Continue reading

March 4, 2010 · 2 Comments

my eden

2.8.10  monday This evening while I was praying for people, declaring protection and asking for healing, there was an abrupt urgency to stop, and rest in Him.  I stopped with … Continue reading

February 15, 2010 · 5 Comments