At the water’s edge

September 24, 2018 ~ Tara R. ~ 2 Comments

I kept going to the river to pray. I’d kneel at the water’s edge to wash my hands, or I’d wade knee-deep into the cold, rushing current until it would eddy around my legs. It was never enough to clean away my guilt and shame. Like my southern Baptist gramma used to say, “a little … Continue reading At the water’s edge

Take me to the river

June 13, 2012January 5, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 12 Comments

Standing on the bank in my cotton shift, my hair loose upon my shoulders, I watch as the others are raised in the Spirit. Arms hugging my chest, I try to calm my shivering - not against the cold, but fear. Fear that when I'm laid under my hair will rise around my face, threatening … Continue reading Take me to the river