The Word became flesh and dwelt among us, and we have seen his glory, glory as of the only Son of the Father, full of grace and truth. John 1:14 (I promised last week to write more about the word skenoo, but that will have to wait.) This will be a personal post, today, and it’s going to […]
Children Are Persons (so are we)
The screen taunted me, not doing what I demanded of it. “How in the world did you guys get it to do that thing last week?” I exclaimed. Shrugging, the ten year old wrinkled his brow into a question mark, matching mine. Ellenor shouted off all sorts of inapplicable advice. Havilah wriggled deeper onto my lap, and […]
Brave
See the beautiful woman front and center, seated with legs crossed? That’s my mama. She was surprised by her colleagues last week with a show of support for her current battle with breast cancer. A woman strong in faith who carries most burdens quietly, it has been a joy to see not only the courageous […]
Should The Writer Write?
(The comments on this post are excellent and profound. They bless me again, years later, and offer a better answer than my own post to the question “Should The Writer Write?”) When these 31 days of writing have ended I will do a follow-up post about what I’ve learned–and I have been learning. But I want […]
Sand: thoughts on change and how we grow
To see a World in a Grain of Sand And a Heaven in a Wild Flower, Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand And Eternity in an hour. – William Blake My heart has been broken a dozen times this evening; broken, restored, broken again. The heavy things of life laid anchor, pulling my self-ship to […]
Land of the Living
The night finds me distracted by library books and headlines about Weapons of Mass Destruction and the little boy making a bed on my living room floor. ISIS advances and Ebola sweeps, but today my grandfather said vows in his twilight years and married the woman he loves. FaceTime carried to their great-grandfather the congratulations of my children. I […]
Perform
There was a huge barrier to writing–and see, here I am writing about writing again, despite my noblest of intentions–that had its roots in a pressure to perform. One could say the same for living, for being. The pressure to perform draped my existence much the way a wet wool sweater might: heavy, weighing down. […]
The Writer Climbing
We hiked our favorite trail today before the sun arched high in the sky, and I remembered a hike we’d taken when Eddie was still an infant. It had felt like such a milestone then, to be out there on my own with five children. Now there are six, and somehow six seems easier than five. Today I had […]
The Writer Emerging
Emerge: move out of or away from something, and come into view. It was a day in May in Oklahoma, and 30 years had passed since shame had silenced her tongue. A mama now, that girl from long ago was lifting the window to listen to her children play in the spring-green field behind her […]
The Writer Coming Forth
“Lazarus, come forth!” –Book of John, Chapter 11 Where Adam had hidden, swathed by death’s foreshadowing, Lazarus laid literal, enshrouded within a tomb. Death had conquered completely, but when Jesus spoke, deep called unto deep at the sound of his voice, and Lazarus awakened. The magic is that when Jesus said come, he came. That’s where the magic happens for […]
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