A poem by Tricia Bates Smith, 1-4-2024
I’m noticing something about change. New understanding has meant letting go of what I thought was real and true.
I stumble. I hide … better to be home alone.
Self-confidence is shattered. I… continue reading
A poem by Tricia Bates Smith, 1-4-2024
Did I say enough? Could I have done more? Was I appreciated?
Topics of hatred, suffering and uncontrolled war. A past me would have thrown out solutions. Now … I don’t know.
Next,… continue reading
I find that what I wrote yesterday summarizes this lesson.
My choice to see … continue reading
“Our Father knows our needs. He gives us grace to meet them all.”
Today, before I … continue reading
“The key is in my hand, and I have reached the door beyond which lies the end of dreams.”
As my peers in seminary begin … continue reading
“Forgiveness is the means for perception’s ending.”
This is a deep lesson. Is it saying that just by changing our perception, whether correctly or not, that we move into a field … continue reading