On Thursday, September 06 th, 2007
These are harvest days. Beans roll golden. Wagons fill. Children ride with uncles, Grandpa, Dad, and Mama brings meals. We are a family, grateful and blessed to be. I worked these fields in the spring, with hopes, expectations. We laid seeds into this bed of earth. We tended Mom V.’s bedside. Tender shoots leafed, plants flowered, the promise of pods a...
On Thursday, August 23 rd, 2007
“An anxious heart weighs a man down, but a kind word cheers him up.” ~Proverbs 12:25 Kind words cup. Grace words weave a nest. Love words encircle, twining a safe haven. Yes, there are plans and the next thing to do. But no anxiety. Just kind words. Grace-soaked speech. Gentle interior talk. Cheering! Lord, cause me to build this...
On Tuesday, August 21 st, 2007
An interview today with Mary DeMuth, author of Authentic Parenting in a Postmodern Culture (Harvest House, 2007)… This book fires the neurons in the gray matter…and stirs the soul. A book that makes one think, on a number of levels. And that is what a good book does. One may not entirely agree on all points, but one is sharpened, compelled to rumin...
On Wednesday, August 08 th, 2007
I step out on the porch this evening to gather, still. Rain is quietly falling. I can’t hear it. But if I lean my cochlear into the soundless world: there, gently, water brushing by. I stretch fingertips past the eave. Yes, so it is, like wet kisses from heaven. In the falling gray, this rain comes softly. I ease into the porch swing’s demure sway. It’s ...
On Wednesday, August 01 st, 2007
Living–the real, marrow stuff of living– is about connecting. Relationship is the essence of reality. Anything else is mirage. In these up-for-air summer days, I reflect: how often do I connect and collect my children? Or are there more days that I merely manage them? How often do my exchanges with our children myopically focus on a task to acco...
On Monday, July 23 rd, 2007
I stand in the hallway, watching the dark drift in, inky and thick. My head aches. It’s been a long day: wringing out cold cloths for the sweat beads threading across my mother-in-laws fevered brow, carefully stirring ice-cream to a soft, palatable consistency, offering up small spoonfuls with the whispered encouragement, “Good, Mom! Now swallow? That’s ...
On Friday, July 20 th, 2007
Last in this week’s series on love… Love and death are hard. Up close to death’s face this week, I’ve felt, all the way through, the anquish of the wrestle with the last enemy. Love, too, is about dying. And so the struggle… Hanging the streamers, heart cut-outs and doilies from the ceiling for our annual Valentine’s party, Josh...
On Wednesday, July 18 th, 2007
Part of this week’s series on love… “The proof of love is in the works. Where love exists, it works great things. But when it ceases to act, it ceases to exist.” - Saint Gregory the Great Lord? Your love gave. Let mine too. *photo: Shalom walking with Caleb, reaching for Levi’s hand Relate...
On Tuesday, July 17 th, 2007
Part of this week’s series on love… It is morning and I grind flax. Kernels, brown and earthy, stream into whirling blades. I brace, anticipating the growling grind of the crushing. In a moment, hard outer shells are shattered against the metal. I pour the crushed seeds into a line of waiting bowls. In this fracturing, each flaxseed releases imm...
On Monday, July 16 th, 2007
We held hands around my dying mother-in-law’s bed yesterday, held hands and sang to Jesus. And in between stanzas, this memory from the archives returned for a moment. … The lights were all turned out tonight except the dim glow from the hall, when I tiptoed into peek on sleeping Shalom for the last time. And there he was. I could see his hunched...
On Friday, June 22 nd, 2007
“Four things to learn in life: To think clearly without hurry or confusion; To love everybody sincerely; To act in everything with the highest motives; To trust God unhesitatingly.“ ~Helen Keller Lord, what does this home teach? Does my life teach these four things? I am Your student today, Father. Teach me these four things. *Photo: The littl...
On Saturday, June 09 th, 2007
You should go, too … (or: How to not waste a Saturday. Or a life).HT: Dear Debi Lord, tomorrow is Saturday. The smudges on the windows and the weeds in the garden will wait today. You’ve given me more important things to do.