Eleanors Living Diary
Poetic reflections, tender truths, and storytelling straight from the soul of Eleanor Grace—one diary page at a time.
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When Chaos Changes the Picture
Is a little chaos actually good for us? Imagine stepping into a Parisian gallery in the early twentieth century. You are surrounded by paintings where faces are fractured into geometric pieces, proportions are stretched like pulled taffy, and gravity seems… Continue reading
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The Steps I Never Planned
Hit 5,000 steps today and drop your achievement here — we’re cheering you on! I hit 5,000 steps today. Some were intentional… Others belonged to life. Three hungry dogs were convinced breakfast was an emergency. One even took off with… Continue reading
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The Wisdom of a Gut Feeling
What do you love now, that you hated when you were younger? As kids, we chase whatever makes our taste buds happy in the moment. The future never gets a vote. Then the years pass. At first, your body whispers,… Continue reading
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Good News Looks Good on Me
You get some great, amazingly fantastic news. What’s the first thing you do? I’d blink a few times, slow — like I’m clearing fog from a windshield. I’d look around the room, searching for something out of place. My brain… Continue reading
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The Many Souls of My Feet
I wish I could say I have one favorite pair of shoes. But maybe the beauty is that I don’t. There isn’t just one pair.There’s one epic journey — and within it, a rotating cast. A quiet ensemble living in… Continue reading
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Confessions of a Texas Hardened Criminal
I have a confession to make. I am a hardened criminal. Not because of that Texas roll at a stop sign last Tuesday — you know, the kind where you respectfully acknowledge the sign but don’t fully commit — but… Continue reading
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The House With No Blueprint
From my beautiful flower garden,you will see glowing arched windows appear on the second floor—but inside, they are nowhere to be found. You enter through heavy, hand-carved oak doors,their iron hinges moaning like old violins… And then—the relaxing sounds of… Continue reading
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The One Thing That Waits
On my to-do listthere is always one thingthat remains untouched. Clean Your Closet. It arrives underlined,sometimes twice,so it knows I mean business. The task is simpleand impossibleat the same time. I tell myself I will do it tomorrow. But tomorrow… Continue reading
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To Complain or Not to Complain
I complain about nothing small.Small things do not trouble me.I complain about nothing politely. I complain—though perhaps that is not the word. Once, it simply meant saying:this hurts,this isn’t right,truth refusing to stay quiet. Somewhere along the way, it soured—recast… Continue reading
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It’s Time That Teaches Us How to Listen…
It’s Time That Teaches Us How to Listen The more time we spend in Scripture,we learn it doesn’t just inform us—it forms us. Those roots don’t rush.They settle deep into our thoughts, our responses, our speech,quietly shaping our hearts and… Continue reading
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