On Tuesday, September 09 th, 2008
“Gratitude is not only the greatest of virtues but the parent of all others.” ~Cicero, 106-43 B.C. …. so the endless list continues … … up the hill to follow where He leads … … long afternoons with big fields and dark woods … … farmers camping… in the backyard … (livestock can still be fed...
On Friday, September 05 th, 2008
In a novel by Vladimir Nabokov, one of the characters quietly watches an elderly street woman sip a cup of coffee given to her and in that moment becomes… “aware of the world’s tenderness, the profound beneficence of all that surrounded me, the blissful bond between me and all of creation; and I realized that joy… breathed around me everywhere, in the s...
On Thursday, September 04 th, 2008
The day had sort of charred. When the smoke had died down, and we stood in the rubble of day’s end, books and dishes, laundry and legos, I feebly looked about and said the only words I could find, our closing ceremony words. (That’s what ceremony does: shows you the next thing when you just don’t know where to turn.) “I think we’d best begin counti...
On Saturday, August 30 th, 2008
“O Lord and Maker of all things, for whose creative power the first light came forth, who looked upon the world’s first morning and saw that it was good, I praise you for this light that now streams through my windows to rouse me to the life of another day. I praise You for the life that stirs within me: I praise You for the bright and beautiful world into whi...
On Friday, August 22 nd, 2008
A note that made its way to the inbox… “I’ve been thinking on that recent post, “Yes, the answer is YES!”…. I remember a morning not too long ago when I woke up feeling already spent. I was overwhelmed, so terribly tired, and realizing that my day had not even begun. Hubby had already climbed out of bed and so I was there alone listening to t...
On Monday, August 18 th, 2008
I found the evidence yesterday, unexpectedly, on the trail to the woods. It was at the the curve, just before that large made-for-sitting-on stone, where one can see down into the valley of fields from the top of the hill. A sea of corn tassels stood stilled, waiting for me to know. The woods behind the fields, dark and green, worshipped silently, anticipating the unveiling, in...
On Saturday, August 16 th, 2008
But a few days ago, I scratched it down in “Looking for Love…” : “Have you known love? That saturating-your-pores, leaking-out-your-arteries kind of love….I’m speaking of the love you keep looking for. Unless the heart brushes up against, touches, that kind of love, knows God intimately to be her only happiness, we still ache. We still strive and...
On Wednesday, August 13 th, 2008
“Give up the bitterness, the anger, the sadness for what isn’t, that you wish you had. And embrace the gift of what you do have. For therein is really what you want more of: Joy.” ~Elizabeth Elliot a summer of healing hand, without trampoline, or swimming, or bikes… but there’s always frogs! the shirt he wears to remind me to, r...
On Tuesday, August 12 th, 2008
Have you known love? That saturating-your-pores, leaking-out-your-arteries- kind of love. A love that satiates and satisfies and fills you to a state of perfect soul wholeness; a state of sweet calm… of deep, long peace. I do not mean the kind of love that ignited cheeks a fiery awkwardness when he caught your eye. Nor the kind that makes you rock a babe through thickening n...
On Tuesday, August 05 th, 2008
“Union with Christ is really the central truth of the whole doctrine of salvation not only in its application but also in its once-for-all accomplishment in the finished work of Christ.” –John Murray I had felt like a fool out there in our garden right off the front porch. A picket fence frames the rows of tomatoes and peas, lettuce and beans. Sunflowers march...
On Friday, August 01 st, 2008
…workers, geared and faith-filled ones, return again to the harvest fields. Always return. Photos: wheat harvest, our Kai-guy out there too, and brother-in-law John, tired and dirty… but smiling
On Tuesday, July 22 nd, 2008
She bought it for the view. Moving to town was hard; everyone who’s lived in places where you witness the sun rising and setting over earth’s rim knows. You still listen for gravel’s crackle under tires going down the lane. You ache to watch sky come close to land and breathe green life into her. Mama needed to still reach out and feel a bit of that country when she drove...