Beautiful Dust

"Somewhere in my dust heap there's a richness." – John Steinbeck


Fall

  • The King’s Provision

    Mark 8:1-21 Take and eat First a curse, an act of pride, Source of shame now everlasting blessing.  The promise and provision of heaven Comes to earth,  And the hungry are fed.  Remember this table set by divine love, Broken bread and broken body Bringing his people home. Continue reading

  • Thanksgiving

    A most blessed Thanksgiving, but not in the usual way. I woke up to coffee and hugs and cinnamon rolls. I am grateful for how my family loves me and treats me with kindness and grace-filled consideration; I’m so beautifully surrounded by welcoming warmth. And as this day draws to a close, I bask in the details Continue reading

  • Running

    As each foot, clad in the absurdly neon shoes, rolls into another stride, I shuffle my thoughts and feelings into order, cleaning house and clearing space. With deep sighs and measured movements I pick up the problems and stressors, dust them off, and carefully put them on the shelf. The iPod serves less as a soundtrack Continue reading

  • Settling

    Don’t settle for less they told me you deserve more. So like the leaves in sunlit autumn golden and shifting I refuse to settle. But that smile And those eyes Beckon me to settle And come to rest. Continue reading

  • Remembering

    Fall Warmth and radiance Toned in reds and oranges. Patterned with leaves and bonfires. Coming home To family and apple pies Hidden storefronts Clutching stories that smell of cigars and secrets Friends Cocooned in scarves and sweaters; The colors echoing the dying world. Trees stained in gold And the gray mists Mirrored by the sighing Continue reading

About Me

I’m Stephanie – a perpetual student and aspiring hobbit. I love language, literature, and theology. I’m happiest when surrounded with good food, good company, and things that grow.

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