Passing Storms
The sun came out today. It shone brilliant and bold as I drove my son to work. I hadn’t thought to bring my sunglasses along for the short ride. I wasn’t expecting to see the sun today. The pale blue sky, striped with soft white clouds, settled over the variegated...Notre Dame and the End of Time
Those who know me well know that my moniker, BonjourBonnie, is genuine. I am an ardent Francophile. And so it comes as no surprise that the ravaging by fire of the cathedral of Notre Dame de Paris has affected me greatly. Friends and family members reached out to me...True Grit in Hard Times
Strains of the first song ring out softly in our dimly lit family room. You go before I know That you’ve gone to win my war You come back with the head of my enemy You come back and you call it my victory I stop my reading and look at my daughter curled up next...Living Fully Alive
It was the ninth day of Christmas, the day to sing of nine ladies dancing, or if you’re more practical, the day marking the return to work and school, and with it, the inevitable return to the natural rhythms of life. The day began like any other, but quickly, and...Bags of Filth
It all began with a dare. A 40-day Lenten dare to put love into action. It was my Ash Wednesday – Valentine’s Day challenge to love deeper, truer, better. Could I practice a deeper love for forty days? For one week? For one day? And if I did, what...
I’m Bonnie and I’m a hope hunter. I hunt for hope in the hard seasons of life, believing beauty can be found everywhere, even in the brokenness.
On these pages, I write about life in all its beauty and messiness, convinced that hope glimmers even in the darkest of shadows.
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