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 […]
Why I’m Writing About Sexual Abuse
As I work on making pages for the menu bar up there, I will periodically post the text of the pages in my regular posts. The following is the text for the Menu Page titled “Sexual Abuse.” To the following I will add this: It has taken me many years to come to the […]
Through A Glass, Darkly
We were nine days into this deployment when my daughter broke to pieces. At three years old, time is not hers to understand; so when nine days had passed and Papa still had not returned, when she still was told it would take longer, when nine months might as well be never, she fell apart. […]
Himself a Lover of the Beautiful
I have been dusting off the covers of old religious books, many of which are underlined and marked by the pen of my husband’s great-grandfather. Education, a small volume by Ellen White, has proved to be a good companion to the reading I have been doing already in Charlotte Mason’s Ourselves. I’ve been surprised by how well they […]
In Which It All Gleams A Little Brighter
I realized earlier this week that my current angst over our military life feels eerily similar to an angst I once felt about motherhood. A disquiet, a grappling with the bull by the horns. Or a wrestle with an angel, if you will. There was a point, two years and two children into the mothering […]
This Is a Hard Teaching, Who Can Accept It?
It isn’t always noon when I get dressed, but today it is. When I’m on top of my game, I’m dressed before I make breakfast, or even better, before I leave our room. But today any clothes I might wear are buried beneath twelve loads of washed and unwashed laundry, on the other side and […]
Down Range
He who dwells in the Shelter of the Most High shall abide in the Shadow of the Almighty. Psalm 91:1 When the word comes that this husband of mine will be needed Down Range, I take another bite. Sip another drink. Wipe another face. Rinse another dish. And I think, this is how I’ll do […]
Of Mercy New
“I come home and all I’ve done is peck the man on his lips as we pass in the driveway, and this after four days and nights of him away. I come home and I’m full of words and tears and need for HIM, but he’s tired and he falls asleep. We lay there, and […]
Dutch Dolls, Amsterdam, and Wild, Wild Hope
I washed the china dolls at sunset. The shadows were long in the room, and my husband bent over the piano, softly picking out a melody. The girls danced in the backyard pool, and my second son, he whittled soap with one eye cocked, and a nose deeply furrowed. I scrubbed. They had come all […]
Sometimes, Child, It Takes Fire
I’m ready to write about you now. You, who have moved out of me, and away. We burned the cord–the man who helped make you, and the woman who bore you–we burned it between two flames. Sometimes, child, sometimes, it takes fire to be set free.
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