Heaven
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moreWhen you sort of feel like you don’t belong
On Wednesday, May 29 th, 2013Someone has to be that Mother. That mother who drives a full 3 hours to the border with a packed mini-van and anxious kids and creeps through a 20 minute traffic backup under the hot, beating sun, only to rifle through her wallet and look up feebly to tell the custom’s officer she doesn’t have birth certificates for 2 of her children. So that would be me. ...
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morewhen life leaves you with more questions than answers
On Thursday, September 06 th, 2012Only a few more weeks left now. That is what the Farmer says at dinner, what he says as we clatter dishes off the table, the enamel plates all stacking and clapping for the cook. Only a few more weeks left and August will dip the beans fields bronze and the leaves will reluctantly fall off the beanstalks and just the pods will then dangle, the only rattling ornaments hanging of...
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When You Feel like You Don’t Belong?
On Wednesday, June 13 th, 2012Someone has to be that Mother. That mother who drives a full 3 hours to the border with a packed mini-van and anxious kids and creeps through a 20 minute traffic backup under the hot, beating sun, only to rifle through her wallet and look up feebly to tell the custom’s officer she doesn’t have birth certificates for 2 of her children. So that would be me. ...
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moreA Prayer for Your Home
On Thursday, February 16 th, 2012Bless this nest, Lord, of fragile things, encircling the breakable and broken in grace, in the ever warmth of Your wing, in the sheltering shadow of Your face, us the clinging ones, You our clutch of hope, singing to us the song of home. Resource: Bless Our Nest
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moreHow to Grieve What You’re Missing
On Thursday, July 22 nd, 2010She would have walked me all around to see the foxgloves. We’d have talked of how the hydrangeas had overwintered and how profuse their white blooms are this year under the spruce and she always had you meet her flowers first before welcoming you in, sitting you down, cutting you up a piece of pie. Today I bring the pie. Peach. Her recipe. The kids and the...
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How the Kids & the Neighbor-Next-Door Might Really Become Christians?
On Wednesday, April 28 th, 2010I‘m brushing my teeth, flecks of white spraying the sunny mirror, confetti celebrating new morning, when she crawls up on the toilet, leans into the mirror to find my reflection and ask me straight up, “How do you become a Christian?” I’m Crest-foaming. Which is slightly less than conducive for a theological treatise. I rinse, wash the pearly whites cl...
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moreweekends are for the light-seeking
On Saturday, November 14 th, 2009The 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 Hi...
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moreDaze of Grace
On Friday, February 06 th, 2009“The heart of the wise is in the house of mourning….” He murmurs it to me in hushed tones every time we find ourselves waiting in line at a funeral visitation, and I’m nervous, twisting my wedding band, slipping it on and off. I don’t breathe well in rooms with coffins. He’ll gently rub my back, calming. He can recite the verse from memory and softly does: “It...
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moreMake Pearls
On Thursday, February 05 th, 2009I sit with remains of the dead on Tuesday morning, them under snow, earth, me under hat, coat. February whispers between granite markers of faces gone. And along headstones of Webers and Husseys and Gibsons, winter carves transitory monuments, flakes of the heavens. By cemetery’s edge, a line of bared maples stand with gre...
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moreLive Ready
On Wednesday, February 04 th, 20091 Samuel 3:18 So Samuel told him everything, hiding nothing from him. Then Eli said, “He is the LORD; let him do what is good in his eyes.” Psalm 116:15 Precious in the sight of the LORD is the death of His godly ones. Deuteronomy 32:39 “See now that I myself am He! There is no god besides me. I put to death and I bring to...
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moreHealed Release
On Tuesday, February 03 rd, 2009I touch him before sleeping. In the dark at day’s end, I draw close, lay head on his chest, press ear to the soft sounds of life swooshing through him. His heartbeat reverberates through me, and we breathe, one, rising and falling. The thought always comes, always jars: someday this won’t be. Someday…. one day …. too-soon day, one of us will lie cold. One heart will sto...
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moreEyes up, Eyes up…
On Monday, August 25 th, 2008It’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...
