Eleanor Grace
Stories, reflections, faith, and grit from Eleanor Grace—raw, real, and still growing.
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Do I Practice Religion?
It is as though my life were a song,trapped in the chorus.I rehearse, and rehearse again—and do not live it. You astonish me.And I don’t startle easily. Do I practice religion?What a peculiar daily prompt. It tiptoes in, pretending to… Continue reading
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The Way Station
“The Way Station” Do you have a quote you live your life by or think of often? Yes, I do — because without it, I’d be a song without a melody, just scattered notes on the breeze. “This is the… Continue reading
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When Nada meets Nothing and Becomes Something.
Nothing. Nada. That’s the first thing that came to my mind. Not because I’m empty. Not because I’m lost. But because I’m full. Of feelings that don’t have shape. Of thoughts that haven’t finished arriving. Of memories that smell like… Continue reading
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“I Pulled Over for This? Not Every Stop Has a Scenic Ending”
Some signs don’t scream—they sigh. This one? It didn’t flicker or blink. It just stood there. Faded. Proud. Tired. Still trying. The Lazy S Motel doesn’t offer much anymore. No continental breakfast. No keycards. No concierge to smile at your… Continue reading
...The Rest Is His Story 