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Remembering What it Feels Like to Fly
“A smile spread across Caroline’s face, for so many reasons. Because of her mother’s praise. Because she had just cleared an oxer set to 3’9”. Because she had finally let determination overcome fear. But most of all, because she was starting to remember what it felt like to fly.”
Just a small sneak peak of what I’ve been writing lately. Still have a ways to go! This video is from nine years ago today.
Caroline’s Purpose: Video
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Splinters of Grace
A rough wooden cradle,
Hay pokes through the swaddle,
Splinters of grace.
Learning a craft, carpentry,
Turning wood into beauty,
Splinters of grace.
Carrying a cross, to His death
Hanging from nails, fighting for breath,
Splinters of grace.
The weight of everyone’s sin,
There on the cross died with Him,
Splinters of grace.
But death had no victory,
He rose and conquered on day three,
Unending grace.
Hope and a future, love unearned,
Sinners shown mercy undeserved,
Unending grace.
Magic
Magic. Not the abracadabra kind. Not the make wishes come true kind. Not the black caldron of spells kind. But the kind you find within yourself. The kind you find when you accomplish the impossible. The little spark inside your heart when you find a dream.
She used to chase that magic on the field, in the circle. Spinning and striking, swinging and swiping. Then she chased it in the arena, collecting and clearing, cadencing and celebrating.
But now, that magic is found not in her awards, as her dreams wait their turn. But in little fingers, little toes. Big smiles and baby curls. In fixing boo boos with one kiss. In words like “mama” and “more,” “hug” and “hooray.” In arms reaching up. In first tastes of something new. In new feats figured out.
In their precious heart beats.
Some say her magic has been lost. But she says it’s only just begun.
Shiloh Rose
A peace, a calmness, a quietness,
At depths I won’t try to explain.
Tranquility, like I’ve never known,
That overwhelms worry and pain.
More than I could ever ask for,
Or could have even dreamt.
Abundance, an overflowing cup,
Every unknown need and desire met.
A present, first wrapped in uncertainty,
That truth and love quickly replaced.
His gift, His blessing, His promise,
His light shining in a brand new face.
A name to represent all of this,
The emotions, the change, the growth,
To remember, yet look forward to,
All the beauty of Shiloh Rose.
Joyce Bloemker (Palomino and Pinto) Interview and Review of Caroline’s Purpose
Editor and blogger Joyce Bloemker (Palomino and Pinto) did a book review and interviewed me about Caroline’s Purpose. You can read her post here: https://www.palominoandpinto.com/blog/book-review-and-author-interview-carolines-purpose-by-erica-zaborac. I am grateful she chose my book to review and enjoyed talking to her about my writing and editing process!
Check out her other posts and the books she recommends and her editing tips!
If you want to order your own copy of Caroline’s Purpose, you can find it on Amazon or Barnes and Noble.
Barnes and Noble: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/carolines-purpose-erica-zaborac/1138372131?ean=9781611533934
Something Beautiful
Think about the beginning.
Dark and uncertain,
buried beneath the surface.
Was there fear in the uncertainty?
Was their trembling in the dark?
Were there tears in the depth?
Think about the middle.
Growth and change,
emerging into the world.
Did the fear cause the change?
Did the trembling cause the debut?
Did the tears cause the growth?
Think about the display.
Beautiful and blooming,
reaching proudly to the sky.
Was it worth the fear and uncertainty?
Was it worth the trembling?
Was it worth all of the tears?
Think about the end.
Drooping and falling,
returning to the ground below.
Is the hope greater than the fear?
Is there comfort in the trembling?
Is there happiness in the tears?
Is there hope in the One
Who’s kindness and gentleness,
and love and grace know no end?
Is there trust in the One
Who planned and controls it all,
Who never makes mistakes?
Is their belief in the One
who will take all of the fear and doubt
and turn it into something beautiful?
Simon Ray
two small lines that meant so much,
drawn by Hands who create life.
just a moment, memory,
the start of new love and light.
filled with wonder, filled with hope,
of all to come, of all you’d be.
worried of being enough,
wondering if we were ready.
the months went by slow, but quick,
the time came for us to meet.
excitement, fear, tied in one,
my doubts had to take a back seat.
holding you in my arms, the
happy tears in your dad’s eyes,
our family, now made of three,
at the sound of your first cries.
i’m humbled, awestruck, thankful,
for all that’s brought us to today.
for the miracle God brought us,
the miracle of Simon Ray.
One Word at a Time 