the Grandma I wrote about in this post passed away today. she was an example to me of a love that endures at a time when I needed it most.Read More
This forum is so immediate. Not like the “old days” when reaching an audience of more than a couple of friends was a very big deal and took time.Read More
I wonder how long we will live along this dark highway. . . in the dailyness of nurturing, guiding, growing, of learning to be faithful in small things.
Because sometimes, I wrestle with the limits of my little light.Read More
Sometimes, discouragement knocks hard on your door and it takes everything in you not to invite it in to share a giant piece of chocolate cake.Read More
Dave thought the camellia was the bush I was referring to when I said, “That bush is ugly, and now I can see it through the bedroom window.”
Unfortunately, we have three bedroom windows . . .Read More
Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness. . .
When did we buy the lie that happiness is the means to happiness?
That what feels good is right and what is painful is wrong?
Hungry is not comfort. Thirsty is not pleasure.
We used to wear our grief.
Black for a day, a month, a season, a year . . .
To show loss.
To let the world around us know we carried sorrow.
Appearance had meaning.
I’ve run into our past again. Not just once, but repeatedly. I want to write about these meetings, but I wrestle with the words for days and weeks until I choke them out. It’s funny, isn’t it? How something innocently trips a wire and sets off alarms no one hears but you. Someone must hear […]Read More
Every time the summer Olympics roll around, I’m reminded of what I am not. I’m fairly certain my parents knew early on that I was not destined to be a great gymnast. I wasn’t graceful, or bouncy or fearless — or athletic — at all. Like all little girls in 1976, I’d been mesmerized by […]Read More