Watchman Tamara R Grove Watchman Tamara R Grove

Goodbye Moon

As the moon crept slowly across the sky, Leo could see its reflection dancing across the moving waters below. It had been a long battle, some wins, some heavy defeats; causalities had been taken, lives had been saved…through it all he knew he never walked alone.

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Confession Tamara R Grove Confession Tamara R Grove

I am an Abolitionist

Many people wander this planet entirely wrecked by devastating childhoods or lousy adult decisions. The enemy loves to heap on feelings of abandonment, shame, illegitimacy, rejection, and all forms of oppression.

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My Name Is Date Palm

I sat at my kitchen table eating supper with my children, and I said, “does anyone else sense that?” No. “Okay well, something is coming,” I said, “and it’s not good.”

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When God Wounds

Atop Mt Beatitudes on a brisk January evening in 2018, I listened intently to my guide Naomi, through our "whispers" as she called them. I wanted to feel something as I searched the waters and looked across the way...I felt nothing. 

Sigh

Even here it follows me…

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