On Thursday, October 24 th, 2013
The man with the wife who wouldn’t leave her house anymore, he’d told me there was only so much that he could take. I had no idea what to say to that. Sometimes words can’t resuscitate like silence can. So I’d nodded. And I hoped he heard my wordlessness pounding hard on heaven’s door for him, pounding hard on lungs to just inhale a bit of hope, an...
On Tuesday, November 20 th, 2012
Praying His astonishing joy for each of you… Walking with you and kneeling long and thanking you for grace. Your turn is always waiting here or here for whenever you’d like to share your God-story: We’re all ears and heart and prayer and believing He’s just waiting to lavish you with joy. in. Him. Res...
On Wednesday, November 07 th, 2012
Leaves aren’t ever purely green and not everything is as it seems. The kids and I walk through the orchard and November. That’s what I tell the kids. That all summer, the chlorophyll of the leaf, all that green, absorbs the sun and releases food and it this cycle of chlorophyll that cloaks the leaves’ pure colors. Shalom kneels under the pear tree, picks he...
On Thursday, October 11 th, 2012
On the day that the chickens just up and crossed the road without their motives being questioned at all, the whole crazy grace of everything just stretched, down the backroads and sideroads and gravel roads, and really, the joy is in the journey because the moments build the destination. Leaves fell soundless. A team of clydesdales hauled the pumpkin wagon. Sheep ...
On Friday, September 28 th, 2012
The men brought the pumpkin cannon. And all the church ladies brought pie, 160 pies. We made peach. And my brother rolled out of bed in the 2 am dark to begin the pig roast under stars. By 4 in the afternoon, when the sky’s sculling billowy and hope-full, we were ready. And this community of gravel backroads and dairy barns and 4 wheel drive pickup trucks, t...
On Tuesday, November 01 st, 2011
In the silent times : seek God In the painful times : praise God In the harried times : hallow God and in the terrible times : trust God. And at all times — at all times – Thank God. :: :: ::
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 Thursday, September 01 st, 2011
Sometimes you just have to get into the boat. Because getting into the boat comes before you get to walk on water. Every miracle always begins with the first ordinary step of faithfulness. So I clap as they launch and they grin, us at this edge of beginning. I watch three brothers get into a boat and watch their oars break the water of worry’s womb, and birth ...
On Saturday, November 14 th, 2009
The way Your light dances, the way it plays the strings of the woods the chambers of this heart, who cannot believe in the realest, purest magic, that sang the world into being that sings of the crystal streets and a coming mansion in the sky? May your weekend wanderings, kind friends, lead you into Him who is our Light and Who will one celestial day be All our Light. ...
On Friday, November 06 th, 2009
The cold came for the color, drained summer brown, and the furniture vases, they’re open mouths, waiting for petals and I go looking for beauty in November. And when I fill them with tassels of broom corn from the garden, stalks grown from heritage seeds of the Shakers at Pleasant Hill, I trim each woody stalk and think how seeing beauty in the obvious and apparent isn’t...
On Thursday, October 22 nd, 2009
thoughts from Wendell Berry… We had two friends, Harlan and Anna Hubbard, who had a little income from renting out Harlan’s mother’s house after she died. I think that was all the regular income they had. Harlan painted and wrote, and he and Anna played music every day. They lived, as Harlan put it, “on the fringe of society.” They didn’t have electricity. A...
On Tuesday, October 13 th, 2009
I wake on a Tuesday, the one after Thanksgiving, and think its time to let the world take the passing lane, the fast lane, to hurry on to its places and people. I’m slowing and quieting, pulling off to the shoulder, cutting the engine and just listening, just looking. Just slowing down. The journey is the destination. I celebrate here. Where else is God? So I look...