all I ever have to be

I really am deeply grateful for my life. But there are moments, seasons when discouragement gets the upper hand. Frankly, I'm amazed at how quickly and easily I am discouraged. I'm more fragile than I would like to think. I started out the morning feeling sorry for myself. Sorry about myself. A look in the …

on being fragile

Last year, or the year before, my dentist told me I needed gum surgeries. And I didn't go back. Cut gum tissue from the roof of my mouth. Sew it to my receded gums. Heal. And repeat. No thank you. But now I'm in pain . . . I HATE going to the dentist. No. Really. Violently …

the truth heals, part two

The blog post today is written by Dave. In the previous post, I wrote about letting go of Dave's recovery. My prayer in the last few years of his addiction finally became a simple, "If he's lying, please don't let him get away with it." I still pray that prayer -- for Dave and even for my …

But for the grace of God

The dangers of apparent self-sufficiency explain why Our Lord regards the vices of the feckless and dissipated so much more leniently than the vices that lead to worldly success. Prostitutes are in no danger of finding their present life so satisfactory that they cannot turn to God: the proud, the avaricious, the self-righteous, are in …

If the foundations are destroyed

"Honesty is such a lonely word everyone is so untrue honesty is hardly ever heard and mostly what I need from you." -- Billy Joel * * * * * The path to the beach cuts through the woods near our house. At the edge of the cliffs, roots of lofty pines and cedars clinging …

twenty years and counting

There's a little romance in playing pioneer. Like Ma and Pa Ingalls, leaving their family in the Big Woods of Wisconsin and travelling west to settle on the prairies of Minnesota. Pa chops down trees, hauls and hews logs, hoists them (with a little help from Ma), building a house for his family in the …

The gift of gratitude

I know Thanksgiving is supposed to be our holiday of gratitude. But for me, Christmas is much more so. I think perhaps it's because I don't struggle to farm and harvest the food for the feast like our ancestors did. The Thanksgiving meal is just a family get together these days. The celebration of gratitude …

The hopelessness of darkness

I am awake at a ridiculously early hour this morning. There's a windstorm pummeling our house that sits on a bluff above the Hood Canal, and I can't sleep. It's not the noise -- though at points it does sound like a freight train is barreling down the ravine just across our driveway. It's the …

Learning to hide

It's been a long time since my last post. Sometimes, I struggle with a post for a few days and when it's done it's like I've knocked down another wall. And I need to let the dust settle before I work on the next. This particular wall is tough. It has taken years to understand …