Six months ago I wrote of raw scars (see Love Scars, September 12, 2010). Today I write of raw beauty that has been fashioned from those scars. There are now new marks to become acquainted with that in time will fade, though will never be completely gone. Would I wish them so? No, for I […]
Back to the Original
The re-weaving has been accomplished! Amazingly, it is natural and beautiful – a true medical miracle. Eleven days post-surgery, I am recuperating at home from my recent bilateral breast reconstruction and hysterectomy. While looking for a fitting Bible reference for this evening’s blog post, lo and behold, I discovered in scripture the perfect description of […]
Woven in the Secret Place
I have a date Wednesday with the Great Physician. The calendar marks it as the day the surgical suite I’ll be wheeled into becomes ‘the secret place’ where I will undergo a great re-weaving. In my Bible, Psalm 139 is noted as “for the director of music.” Perfect! Since angels will be on assignment in […]
Christ Supply
It was a sign that apparently the Lord did not want me to miss. CHRIST… SUPPLY shouted at me from the big neon letters on the storefront of the local Christian bookstore in my neighborhood. The ‘IAN’ of their company name was burned out and as I drove past, my eyes were riveted upon it. […]
Strange Fashioning
The story is told of a beautiful stained glass window which graced a cathedral. Visitors came from all around to gaze upon the splendor of this work of art. That is, until a violent storm forced in the window and it crashed to the ground, shattering into hundreds of pieces. The shards were collected in […]
High Horses and Pedestals, Part 2
Pedestals. I love the look of them. They’re a great decorator piece, perfect for displaying works of art – until they get knocked over. Then it’s pieces everywhere and a busted statue to boot. I remember the time I found a fetching pair of boy and girl porcelain-type busts at an antique shop, a birthday […]
High Horses and Pedestals, Part 1
You’d think I was an equestrian from the amount of times I’ve had to climb down off my high horse over the years. These days I’m really trying to climb on nothing higher than a Shetland pony, but once in a while I still pick one that resembles a big ol’ Clydesdale. When that happens, […]
When the Brakes Give Out
I waved goodbye to my daughter and her friend as we left the mall. They went in one direction and I went in another, found my car and took off. Little did I know the wild ride I was about to embark upon! The street I traveled drew near to one of Spokane’s bridges elevated […]
The Chronicles of Nancy, uh…
…continue. The calendar may have turned the page on a whole new year, yet it remains winter in our lives, much like Narnia caught in the white slumber of snow and ice. Surgery and chemo are behind me, yet my husband and I yearn for Spring and the promise of reconstruction and restoration. More than […]
Ode to Christ, babe and King
I captured this poem three years ago as it came line by line, verse by verse, in rapid succession. It remains one of my favorite Christmas reminders of the incredible turnabout played out the night Christ was born. Was it something like this that went through Joseph’s and Mary’s mind? We have the hindsight of […]