Quarantine journals: April 23

I’ve always love the number three. Three sons. The three best things of my whole entire life. If you know anything about me it’s that I adore my Dad and he is a carpenter. He spent the time and helped my three sons make these bluebird houses a few years back. My part of theContinue reading “Quarantine journals: April 23”

Quarantine journals: April 18

I stopped putting a tally in this space. All numbers do is smear and blur the pain and fear. All numbers do is feed the enemy’s lie that it has the power. Today I took my dog on a long walk in the woods. Deliberately, of course. And just to see if there’s any marrowContinue reading “Quarantine journals: April 18”

Quarantine Journals: April 11

I’ve always liked Holy Saturday. Is that what it’s called? The in between. Good Friday and Easter get a lot of attention, and then there’s Saturday when nothing happens. Silence. Can you imagine being one of the disciples back then? Abandoned. Confused. Hopeless. Bewildered. Utterly disappointed. The One who was supposed to save was gone.Continue reading “Quarantine Journals: April 11”

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