Amanda Barber

Stories, songs, and thoughts on life.

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Oh, Rest in the Lord

17 April 2015

My mind was tired. There are questions I have no answers for. There is fatigue that comes on after my mind has been working away to come up with solutions to problems and not solving any of them. Resting in the Lord. It’s such a phrase of beauty, such an attractive prospect. Saturday night, I was wondering why it was so hard to actually do it.

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Housekeeping

16 April 2015

Did you notice this lovely new design? My dear friend, Jonathon Hill, spent an entire evening searching for new design ideas for my blog, figuring out why Google Analytics stopped working, getting Akismet working again so I don’t have thousands of spam comments to delete every week, and generally taking pity on a technologically inept girl who really just wants to write and…not deal with computers. It looks lovely.

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My Week in San Antonio

19 March 2015

I’m home after a week in San Antonio, Texas, at the Christian Worldview Independent Film Festival. One of the biggest blessings for me was a documentary called Where Was God, the story of Moore, Oklahoma and the devastation and loss its people suffered after a massive tornado ripped through the town and claimed many lives.

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Yonder

05 March 2015

Yonder is written for solo piano, cello and string orchestra, named after some lines of poetry by Gerard Manley Hopkins. Mr. Witt graciously gave me some of his time last week so I could ask him a few questions about his work as a composer.

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Goodbye, 3541 Duke St.

26 February 2015

I’m sitting in my little attic room with its happy yellow paint and the chimney in the middle. I’ve spent hours upon hours up here, practicing my violin, frantically typing medical reports dictated by doctors who do not know how to enunciate, sewing clothes and writing a novel. I’ve lain awake at night listening to the rain drops falling on the roof above or feeling Dad shake the rafters with his snoring in the room below. I love this little room, and I will miss it. The house is sold.

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