Here am I: Day to Day Miracles

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I don’t understand how these little miracles happen. I have had some jaw-dropping right time/right place miracles, but more often the little ones—which I might miss if I weren’t committed to noticing them.A couple of months ago, I met a lovely redheaded woman—age 27—in the local gym’s hot tub. Her smile was magnificent. I thanked her for being a redhead, something I say to most redheads because there are too few of us and we need to appreciate one another. Somewhere in the conversation, I … [Read more...]

The Innkeeper’s Wife

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Luke 10 33 But a certain Samaritan, as he journeyed, came where he was: and when he saw him, he had compassion on him, 34 And went to him, and bound up his wounds, pouring in oil and wine, and set him on his own beast, and brought him to an inn, and took care of him. 35 And on the morrow when he departed, he took out two pence, and gave them to thehost, and said unto him, Take care of him; and whatsoever thou spendest more, when I come again, I will repay thee.The Innkeeper’s w … [Read more...]

Life, Death, and Miracles

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This is a guest post by my brother, Dell Blair.Beneath the haze of an induced coma a glimmer of awareness illuminates a single ray of reality penetrating the heavily medicated fog and compelling my eyelids to part. Through a filter of lashes and desiccated tears an image emerges more dreamlike than real with impressionistic strokes smeared and rippling across the panorama.There are shadows. There are lights. There is a woman with dark hair standing in the threshold of the doorway … [Read more...]

Brother!

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April 1, 1949: My dad is taking a shorthand class at BYU. His sister, Carolyn, appears at the class door asking him to come out. He hesitates because he's not yet finished with the assignment. She beckons more urgently. When he steps into the hall, she says, "Bobby, Daddy has died." They go to Santa Barbara, their hometown. My grandmother has been put on tranquilizers. Grandpa had died of a heart attack. Dad takes care of funeral details and late at night, goes to the mortuary, where he … [Read more...]

And then Martha Stewart Called. . .

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My brother, sixteen years my junior, is one of the funniest people I know. It's dry wit, and reminds me of my youngest son's humor. Actually my youngest son is Ben's doppelganger. Take a look at the photo on the side and compare with this one:Ben was once driving through Island Park, which was full of wild flowers, with an uncle of ours, who said, "I'll give you a quarter for every flower you can name." Ben was on it: "Henry, Sam, Melissa, George. . ."That's Ben.When he met … [Read more...]

Elijah Abel’s poem

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Several people have asked that I publish this poem, which I wrote as part of I am Jane. The poem is set up by Jane asking Elijah about all the talk she has been hearing of curses, Cain, Ham, etc. She says, "I've never felt cursed by God, only loved so deep, seemed my bones might melt." Elijah replies, "I feel, Sister Jane, that ours is...Not a curse but a gift t'us, The best path we could seek A place where God can lift us We kneel; our knees is weakAnd when one of us is … [Read more...]

Sarah Speaks

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Note: I give my creative writing students an exercise in telling "untold" scripture stories, such as Leah's or Bathsheba's, imagining what their version of the story might have been. It is an imaginative experiment. This is my own exercise imagining Sarah. He thought I was sleeping, but I had awakened hours before. I knew his mind. He thought he could predict me. He considered my gasp a sign of naivete, at the time when the stranger said I would bear a son even in my old age. It was … [Read more...]


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