Poetry. I wish that I had poetry in me tonight. The moon swells and with it swells my spirit, but it feels like there are no words. The window at the stair landing looks out over the pasture where the full moon rises – we stop there and gaze in silence, and then I tuck […]
And She Treasured These Things In Her Heart
Okay, so yesterday I woke up early, groggily whipped out a “Wednesday in the Word” post (which is a terrible name, by the way, but shows just how uncreative I am when it comes to the pressure of titles) while fielding the complaints of two fever-ridden kids and watching Daniel Tiger. That was oh, 6:30 […]
The Commonness Seems More The Miracle
Sacred Smallness, Real Life is Now There are almost 100 unpublished posts in my draft folder, and a erroneous click of an arrow brought this to the top of the tier today. It’s at least 2 years old, but it made me smile. The only thing I’d add to the romantic musing is that while the […]
Earthed In Jesus (survivor songs #9)
If you haven’t read Rachel Kathrine’s post “The Widow,” well, it really is very good. I think perhaps I’m enamored with her peek at Jesus and the Widow because writing Survivor Songs has so far been for me an exercise in sacrifice. I perceive poverty; I feel as though I have so little to give. In a temple filled with rich writers […]
Jealous For The Children
I am up early with the sunrise. The baby has been pushing her night-time wakeup further and further into the A.M. hours until this morning her cries are heard at the first blush before dawn. It is good. Sometimes the rest I hunger for on this last and sabbath day of the week is not sleep, but […]
Well, My Dad Is A Husband…
Copied from Facebook…a story about my daughters. The girls are playing “Wedding” in the garage with their neighborhood girlfriends. A host of arguments are patiently being talked through as some girls say, “well, this is my third marriage because the first two didn’t work out,” and others say, “yeah, my first husband was a bad […]
Living Bravely: the mosaic is wrought through pain
What if Jesus doesn’t want to keep us from pain? What if the Hard Things and Broken Places are where we come to know the Lord? What if he is growing within us a heart full of courage? What if he wants to grow this within our children as well? On April first, just before I […]
Loving Our Quiet Children
The secret things belong to the LORD our God. Deuteronomy 29:29 Shall not God search this out? for he knoweth the secrets of the heart. Psalm 44:21 _______________________ _______________________ “It’s just an old ladder–probably put there by the cliff dwellers,” said Bess. Nancy did not agree. * As I moved about the house last night, turning […]
What Goes Around, Comes Around
Davita, having just tacked a black sheet to her doorframe as a curtain, and dancing about with joy, “Oh, Mama–I just LOVE my bedroom! Life is SO WONDERFUL! It is the BEST bedroom in the whole world! There’s nothing about my bedroom that would ever make it better unless it had a balcony! And YOU […]
A Shot For The Field Artillery
Christmas came like a blur, left like a blur, and before I very happily tuck the last of the nativity figurines into tissue paper and coil up the lights, I find that I must record one little story. Here’s what you first should know: I grew up in a family that Did All The Things at Christmastime. You […]