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- We Won’t Remember
If you have followed my blog for any length of time, you’ll have quickly noticed a perhaps unintentional yet recurring theme: hope and joy despite… - Special Prayer Request
It’s a tiny village at the very end of the road. Bordering on the Chumpán River and the southern shore of the Laguna de Términos,… - Penelope’s Kitchen: Stove Roasted Chicken
While this is not a food blog, one of the most frequent questions I’ve gotten over the years about living in Mexico is if I’ve… - Thankful
Two years ago, we were barely surfacing from the deepest depths we have ever plumbed. It had been four years of nonstop trials, trials of… - Coronavirus: the Gifting Thief
We’ve all been robbed. In broad daylight, eyes locked shamelessly with our own, Ms. Rona has picked us up, flipped us over and shaken our… - Pilgrim
Awhile ago, probably around July 4th which is American Independence Day, David asked me, “do you identify more with Mexico or the US?” And of…
Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; blow upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out. Let my Beloved come into His garden, and eat his pleasant fruits.
Song of Solomon 4:16
We were all created to be dwellers of Eden’s Garden.
Is it any wonder we find such solace in God´s Creation? But like the Shulamite, we find ourselves this side of the Fall. Harsh winds will blow. Warm breezes come. Our Garden of Spices whisper their aroma up to our Beloved, a blessed communion even Adam never knew for it is a communion born through sorrow, sacrifice and undeserving Love.
