On Friday, September 12 th, 2008
(…because several asked to see the prayer bench…it’s pretty simple…like an Ann without an e)Light’s already bleeding through at the edges when I get there. I kneel, strike a small halo at bench’s edge, and watch lights, one slight and wavering, one full and rising, seep through blackness. And in a bit, in the glowing, fingers find le...
On Thursday, September 11 th, 2008
It’s likely I missed it ~warm smile~, but a few months ago when I scanned through, I didn’t see that Alltop had a specific Christianity category; I only noted a Religion offering. Now, some very thought-provoking reads to be found in the Christianity selections, and some blogs I’ve subscribed to, including Seedlings in Stone, Desiring God Blog, and HighCalling...
On Wednesday, September 03 rd, 2008
Little One comes around the corner of the house on Labor Day, the day before the labor begins in earnest again, her hair still bedraggled wet from running through the sprinkler and the last of summer’s heat, and she finds me under the shade of the lilac bush, to show me this penny she’s found, her eyes big and round too, glinting over this piece of gleaming copper. And I st...
On Wednesday, August 27 th, 2008
In a culture that esteems bearing a bit of leg, some skin, much cleavage, the naked truth is we shun nudity. I’m not referring to taut leather, flabby flesh, tanned figures—that’s epidermis. But I speak of genuine nakedness, stark bareness: soul exposure. The curve of our struggles, the paleness of our dreams, the unflattering roll of our insecurities. S...
On Monday, August 25 th, 2008
It’s Monday morning, and as so often happens, I tend to forget who I am, Who has named me, where Home is, how to get there. I only see the list. The tasks, the calendar, the obstacle course ahead. I get lost. And then, comes the whisper… “Lift up your eyes! You are… a pilgrim traveling to the celestial city. I read some years ago of a yo...
On Friday, August 22 nd, 2008
Mothers get pretty good at the art. First, rub little one’s tummy and sing softly. Then drop the song and pat lightly. Next, when the eyelids begin to droop, just hold hand on tummy. When eyes have been closed for a few minutes, soundlessly lift hand. Then stand perfectly still, like having every intention of standing there all night…always a good time ...
On Tuesday, August 19 th, 2008
As September comes up around the bend and a year of new beginnings, I am thinking about launchings…In the hallowed cracking of dark, slivers of light from mystical east line the waters silver. The dark of waves lapping from the west, foamy from their night’s ride, roar at last onto white, wet sand. This boy of mine, tawny and lean, dips his feet in cra...
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 ...
On Friday, August 15 th, 2008
I’m at back door, bag over shoulder, mirror just checked and strand tucked behind ear, and I call to them who mingle here, “I love you! I won’t be gone long…” And a voice comes from the kitchen, high and young, heavy with stack of bowls from crumbed table. “Goodbye, Mom….” Dishes clatter. “God goes with you!” And then little lisp from child in her th...
On Friday, August 08 th, 2008
There are days we need sky and space and some time to breathe deeply. And in You, Infinite, Uncontainable, Unending God, we always can. Photo: our boy, dog and bike running out under big sky….
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 Wednesday, July 30 th, 2008
I hadn’t expected to catch a glimpse of Your heart in the dentist’s office, waiting, those two teen girls snapping gum and popping bubbles there across from my chair, but then again, aren’t You always the Surprising One? I wasn’t staring at them, hadn’t even really taken notice of them, those words in book from the library entrancing and leading me on. It was only a q...