Eleanor Grace
Stories, reflections, faith, and grit from Eleanor Grace—raw, real, and still growing.
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If I Could Un-Invent Something
It would be the speed. The way everything learned how to rushbefore we did. I don’t wish away phones, or the internet, or the ability to connect.I just wish we hadn’t trained ourselvesto respond before we reflect,to react before we… Continue reading
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Jumping Into the Past: Jeans and Me
Wow, this is such a cool way to reminisce. It’s funny how certain things from our past stick with us. For a minute, I thought there was nothing. I wasn’t attached to dolls or toys, so I assumed this prompt… Continue reading
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I Don’t Have a Sentence for Your Wall — I Have a Portrait
Someone said,“A mission should be big.”So I tried to stand taller, I lengthen my neck.I soften my eyes.I tilt my head just enoughthat my soul has room to breathe.But still I tripped over the question. I have never trusted questions… Continue reading
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The Place That Shows Up With Me
My perfect space isn’t something I build.It doesn’t have walls or windows or a door I need to close behind me. I can’t imagine waiting on a room or a piece of furniture in order to write, as if words,… Continue reading
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The One Who Sleeps Through The Waves
There are storms that roar in which I have no control, storms that roar like they have permission. Winds that arrive without warning, and my spirit asks quietly, “Lord… am I still safe?” But lately, I’ve been learning something in… Continue reading
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I Don’t Fit Inside First Impressions
“What’s the first impression you want to give people?” If I’m honest, I don’t think much about first impressions.Not because I’m careless, but because I’m a storyteller who knows that one voice is never enough to explain a whole heart.… Continue reading
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No Brush Hair Day – The Declaration
We, the unbrushed and unapologetic, hereby declare one sacred day each year to lay down our brushes. It’s about learning to like yourself even when your reflection looks like tangles, frizz, and cowlicks—just heads full of stories that refuse to… Continue reading
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Live at Five: Paper Clips Are Vanishing (and Apparently, So Am I)
Good evening, folks. I’m your host—reporting live to WordPress—bringing you the uninteresting news quietly shaping all of our lives. Tonight’s top story: paper clips. Yes, you heard me right. Those tiny silver heroes of organization are disappearing… one supply closet… Continue reading
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If You Could Not See Me
I watch the wind, not the rain.I am gentle but alert—the way a bird perches on a power line,still, but not unaware. You won’t know the color of my eyes,but you’ll feel them study you softly. If you could not… Continue reading
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“What Gets Better With Age? (Besides Cheese and Comebacks)”
They say wine gets better with age, oh and cheese too, but truthfully, I’ve never been that patient. What I do know is that I’ve aged like a cast-iron skillet—seasoned by time, strong as ever, and still able to cook… Continue reading
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