On Thursday, July 12 th, 2012
The boy made a wreath out of wood. And all one December, as the snow fell and the carols played, we sat around a farm table and remembered how a mother swayed heavy with child and we waited for Christ. The boy made more wreaths out of wood. He sent them around the whole world. And more families, they lit candles around the w...
On Wednesday, July 11 th, 2012
Caleb and I are in a high rural part of Haiti and can’t post today but will be sharing about the 1000 Moms project and Caleb’s donation from the wreaths to the Moms here in Haiti at a Child Survival center on Thursday. More stories and photos to come, but for today, remembering how this story of Jonathan forever changed us: We wind around a thousand mountains...
On Tuesday, July 10 th, 2012
What have you got to make sure you really know before you step out into the whole wide world? Maybe you just keep stepping into the gloriously messy world and God makes it clearer than you’d ever hoped? I fly to Haiti with Compassion, with you, our oldest son on the brink of stepping out from under his mother’s wing and I stand beside you. I stand beside t...
On Monday, July 09 th, 2012
The bus that we boarded at the airport, it drove right through an earthquake. It turned out of the airport like we did this afternoon, with a Canadian Compassion team on board just like ours, and somewhere on its way through the streets toward the Hotel Montana, something grabbed hold of the earth and shook it hard and the ground imploded, like a lung sunken ...
On Thursday, July 05 th, 2012
Home late yesterday from our time away in the woods, us all full & light with memories. Waking up on the farm here this morning with a soul very much awake. Now, as our oldest & I make our lists to prepare for Haiti with Compassion Canada on Saturday morning early (you are coming with us right here, yes?)— the Farmer & I are ridiculously thankful for Shaun Gro...
On Thursday, May 10 th, 2012
Mothering can spin you in these dizzy circles and who doesn’t need an encircling of grace? Women could do this for each other. Two years ago or so, I tell my firstborn of my crazy idea of this wooden wreath. A wr...
On Thursday, November 24 th, 2011
When they said they were boarding Group 2 now for Quito, he turned to me and said he didn’t know a word of Spanish. It doesn’t matter, that’s what I said to the Farmer. Gratitude is a language you speak with your hands, the way you form the vowels and spaces of your life and we could all learn it together. We’d just fly straight into the dark, fly high on health and a...
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 Saturday, November 12 th, 2011
We wind around a thousand mountains and canoe up a river of gold to find him. To find the boy someone named Jonathan. Gold panners, they run the whole throat of the Amazon through their boxes, through their bare hands, looking for gold flakes flashing… Jonathan, he just stands by his shack on toothpick stilts and barely flashes a smile. (Photo by Keely Scott)...
On Friday, November 11 th, 2011
with more God-story to follow! “‘He defended the cause of the poor and needy, and so all went well. Is that not what it means to know me?” declares the LORD.” Jeremiah 22:16
On Thursday, November 10 th, 2011
It can come straight out of an empty sky – Hope like a cloud — only the size of a man’s fist. When I meet Lidia, when I cup her face and pull her near, and her mother stands right next to here, there in her white shirt. Her mother named Blanca and smiling. Blanca, Lidia’s mother come looking...
On Wednesday, November 09 th, 2011
The man said he couldn’t leave his pigs. That me asking him to leave his pigs was like him asking a nursing mama to abandon her babies — and a couple hundred of them. I understood what the Farmer was saying, I did. The way the man needed his hogs or something in him would fester and hurt, a mastitis of work. He tells me — days of just sitting and standing, it will...