a season of uncertainty and certainty

I wrote so many thoughts over the weekend and not one of them is ready for print. Not even on the internet. I did, however, have a breakthrough last night when I realized the post I had written was the very thing I needed for something else but was definitely not the right thing to …

a season of fragments

Creating meaning from scattered moments, half hours, and hours takes strength and purpose and vision. It's too, too easy to just languish in the not enough time to do.

middle age, metabolism, and Monday

I figure I'm right in the middle of the August of life, which is still summer, if you know what I mean.

treasure the doing more

Somewhere over the past few years, I've lost a little of the fervor for living the current season of my life. Sometimes, it's wall to wall crazy and I don't have a moment of quiet til after midnight.

the healing power of daily discipline

We're all in a season of something, we might as well live it.

repost: a light between here and there

Library of Congress, Prints & Photographs Division, FSA/OWI Collection, [reproduction number,LC-USF34-032090-D

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.

a light between here and there

Library of Congress, Prints & Photographs Division, FSA/OWI Collection, [reproduction number,LC-USF34-032090-D

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.