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May 29, 2017

No idea, no clue how this happens. In the thick of the day, I can be as solid as rock, hard as I need to be, and then, safe enough to be soft like rose petals. Miraculous, the way we are put together. Hard and soft.

Light falls, dappling its way through trees.

I hear my...

May 22, 2017

Sometimes we need a break, a time-out. That can look like a fifteen-minute coffee break, an hour hidden away in a bedroom, or three days in a cabin on the river. Hesychia House is such a place. Here is how it works:

Hesychia House Ministry

2663 Shipps Drive

Norfork, Arkan...

May 15, 2017

Embers in my throat. Coughing and miserable. I’ve overdone. Now, I’m undone.

I want to blame my schedule, my own private gong show, but a little voice says, No, it’s you. You made the choices, took the risks. Now, the consequences.

It’s May. I want to enjoy my birthday,...

May 8, 2017

Dear Flood Victims,

As I look at the photos on the internet of Northeast Arkansas, my jaw drops and tears well in my eyes. I’ve seen flooding, but not this far, not this wide.

This is a tragedy. Water covers roads, houses, crops. I urge you to not trust your feelings. Fe...

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