On Monday, December 12 th, 2011
The dates etched into that one clay plate are over 2,000 years old. That makes the boys gape. Makes them press their fingers against the glass of the exhibit. Trying to touch time. Trying to believe. Trying to hear me as I read the museum’s plaque in hushed tones: “Wizened and carbonized, these dates were discovered in the caves of Qumran… in the caves with th...
On Monday, December 05 th, 2011
The secret to joy is to keep seeking God where we struggle to see where He is. So a calendar making spaces to daily keep seeking Him — a year of graces… January: “Joy is always a function of gratitude — and gratitude is always a function of perspective. If we are going to change our lives, what we’re going to have to change is the way we see.R...
On Monday, November 28 th, 2011
There’d been no knowing that I had been dead all day. There had been the plugged toilet, there was no getting around knowing that. We all knew that needed definite attention, a toilet in a house of 8 always requiring an immediate resurrection. After that, there had been the mad dash to music lessons. Lots of frantic movement, sure, and yes, flailing — but really? ...
On Friday, November 25 th, 2011
Because, um, yeah… I have soul amnesia like that. Just one good word for the gift-giving season … to turn the carols up louder and remember all His gifts — And happily become the gift! Blessings this Friday! :: :: :: … banner a beautiful gift from Jill ::
One Thousand Gifts : The Free App……. Because Thanksgiving is More than a Holiday— It’s the Way to Wake Up to Really, Fully LivingOn Tuesday, November 22 nd, 2011
Is counting gifts a challenge? Keeping a gratitude journal nigh unto impossible? Need some inspiration as to why bother counting the blessings? Oh, please, we’d love to you to come join in the discussion over at (in)courage…. If you are thinking counting gifts is not for you… then I unashamedly beg you to read this story. Because Thanksg...
On Monday, November 21 st, 2011
That field of beans west of the barn, it looked gaunt come October, bean pods all hanging like bony ribs. Whenever the wind sighed, the whole field just rattled skinny. That’s how my Dad always spoke of a railish man, that you could count his ribs. Nothing in me wanted to count those beans, know the yield, from this spare field. When the Farmer rolled the combine in and lowe...
On Tuesday, November 15 th, 2011
When Rosa’s youngest, little Liliana, scooped up that puppy right there next to the potato patch, she just hid behind his gaping mouth, eyes all large and laughing. Rosa told us what Liliana had done — that Liliana had found that puppy wandering abandoned — lost— outside her classroom. That Liliana had brought the puppy home to love. That Liliana loved. ...
On Monday, November 07 th, 2011
‘Idoubt that there is such a thing as a measure of spirituality —but if there is, gratitude would be it. Only the grateful are paying attention. They are grateful because they pay attention, and they pay attention because they are so grateful.” (~Barnes, The Pastor as Minor Poet, quoted by Douglas Wilson). Thank you, Lord, for…. clean socks t...
On Monday, October 31 st, 2011
It falls unexpected in October. A snow white whisper hushing the trees burnt all red. She stands at the window and I watch it fall behind her, her at the glass and the flakes so soundless, heaven on white wing. And I don’t expect it, in a room full of women and flashing laughter, the way she turns and says it quiet — “My daughter is dying.” Sometimes gr...
On Monday, October 24 th, 2011
So a quiet week begins: Fevers and deep aches here this morning. Giving thanks to God anyways… always … in everything. #2767 – #2780 of the One Thousand Gifts that never end… the quietness of raining Monday mornings this, the foundation of everything a break in the rain and trying to combine more of the corn harvest tylenol and hot tea and thanksgi...
On Monday, October 10 th, 2011
(Wherever you are — will you take time today for the Thanksgiving Chair? Please watch the moving video — and pull up a chair?…. If reading in a reader or email, view the video here… Consider pausing the music directly under the header?) On Canadian Thanksgiving Weekend… Oh give thanks to the LORD, for he is good, for his steadfast ...
On Monday, October 03 rd, 2011
When the back door of the sanctuary opened and she floats down the aisle under that veil of white, the groom grins giddy. A son leans down the pew and whispers it too loud, “The guy looks like he’s going to split, he’s so happy.” He smiles like he swallowed the canary through all three stanzas of the hymn they sing together. He smiles deliriously wh...