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Comfort & Joy
God had been silent for 400 years. 400 years. I feel isolated and dejected if haven’t encountered Him in a couple days, the very idea of silence for that length of time breaks my heart. For those who knew and waited, when they heard the stirrings that something was happening…can you even imagine what their hearts felt? And then, when it happened…when God’s own Son was born. The HOPE. The thrill of HOPE, the weary world REJOICES. Things we take so much for granted because we’ve always known those beautiful carols, the scriptures have been read to us since we could sit still. I find myself trying to explain this…
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The One About Grief
I don’t want to write about grief. I want to write about food and projects and books I’ve been reading. But, here I am. I was awoken from a deep sleep, and know that I have no hope of going back unless I express these thoughts and feelings. So, here I am, for better or worse, raw, vulnerable, and unfiltered. Frozen. That’s how I’ve felt for a while. Not fully feeling. Only doing what needs to be done, taking care of others, but unable to dip much into the creative current that usually lives right beneath my surface. Surface. That might be the key. Things on the surface are held…
affectionately known as "Mama Devin" to some…