December 2, 2019

Some of us do this thing when life is hard and there’s nothing we can do about it.

For whatever it’s worth, I, Pat Durmon and retired mental health counselor, give you permission to sigh.

It’s just another way of grieving.

And sometimes, there simply are no words to cover...

February 18, 2019

The list from my church grows longer and longer. That’s where I see names of those to be prayed for in this tangled world with its troubles.

The list cannot capture all the struggles, but it’s a beginning: cancer victims, the grief-stricken, lost ones, the poor, the car...

December 31, 2018

On my way to town, I drive past houses where smoke from chimneys curls upward. It’s comforting to watch the updraft. I suddenly recall the boxy houses with chimneys that I once drew with a pencil as a child, always a curl of smoke climbing.

What I like about the smoke,...

December 17, 2018

Rain had fallen for days. Puddles, all over the yard. The days had been dark and cold. I could feel it inside my body.

It made me reflect on the dark days more than 2,000 years ago. The world was not at its finest when baby Jesus came into the world. He had picked the t...

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...

November 28, 2016

It is either a cyst or the cancer is back. I found it, but my heart is ungrateful. More information after a biopsy and days of waiting.

Immediately, I feel empty. I pray but wonder if my prayers are heard. They probably are. After all, I am a child of God. After all, if...

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