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Amber C Haines, author of Wild in the Hollow, has 4 sons, a guitar-playing husband, theRunaMuck, and rare friends. She loves the funky, the narrative, and the dirty South. She finds community among the broken and wants to know your story. Amber is curator with her husband Seth Haines of Mother...

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  1. Holy Smokes, sweet girl, you are one of those writers whose words I barely feel worthy of commenting about! This is stunning, beautiful, breathtaking. Thanking the Original Artist for you today…

    Love,
    Kristen (aka an every once in a while look-in-the-mirror-and-recite-a good-comeback girl) 🙂

  2. Amber, woman of grace, weaver of words, giver of thanks and beauty–I love how you help us see ourselves, this world, and the One who made it in new ways. You, my friend, are a poem alive.

  3. Lovely. I read it twice through as if indulging in a second dessert and it’s not even a holiday. I savor several phrases, amazed at how they spoke to me this morning and right after a prayer bringing forth yet again my need for an answer and help in making a choice and admitting how nothing seems to be speaking to it. But then your words did. God is good. His timing perfect.

  4. first the post….lovely…then the comments. all these word-women gathered in one place, an embarrassment of riches, a gift for right now.
    thank you Amber for poetry and praise. you bless.

  5. “The running around the side of the house to see the whole rainbow”

    You had me with the first sentence again – every time. How do you do that?

    You are so right. We can only look at perfection, strive for it, but we are a part of creation – and like all of it – fragile and fractured – but fixable.

    And as I read this – the blue has shot hard into night – and dark has turned. But because you wrote this – and I got to read it I’m not going to pretend I have an inkling of the greatness of God for the rest of the night. And I usually like to pretend I get him. I am going to spend the rest of this night revolving around this “invisible axis” that He is. I can feel his gravity already.

    And YOU did that.

    And I will be praying this many times before I lay down tonight :

    You are the stop watch.
    Original Artist, have Mercy.
    You are Promise, the Before and the After.
    Now in the During, I give you thanks.

    I just prayed it now and it was sweet – and I know it’s going to get better each time.

    I so heart your words Amber.