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Eucharistia

As Thanksgiving fades out and the next season begins, I find myself thinking about the tenderizing effect this period of gratitude can have on my spirit, if I allow it. I mean truly allow it by focusing on nothing but the blessings and believing everything is blessing. We are encouraged in Romans 5 to “count it all […]Read Post ›

Who Am I?

So … my name is not really Ferrell McClanahan. I made that up. It is a combination of my grandmother’s last names. I haven’t shared my real name for a couple reasons. First – protection, for myself and my daughter. We are the survivors of an all out, no holds barred, gloves off, two year […]Read Post ›

Limitless

Inspiration to allow God to be limitless in our lives.

Tending the Garden

There was a time I asked, “Will you tend the garden … the garden of your wife’s heart, the garden of your daughter’s heart?” One of many attempts to encourage the tender watering of our soul lives. I had heard somewhere that men respond to metaphors. As he stood there watching me plant spring flowers, […]Read Post ›

Behold

I am standing in the kitchen listening to the sweet humming of my daughter. She is sitting just outside, playing. It stops me in my tracks. There was a time when the singing was silenced by an immobilizing kind of sorrow. I want to bottle this up and pour it out over the tough and […]Read Post ›

Wronging, Reckoning, Writing

Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I’ll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass, the world is too full to talk about. Rumi I have a confession to make. I’ve been visiting hell for the last decade or so. Sometimes I had traveling companions. I and […]Read Post ›