On Monday, April 16 th, 2007
A note in my inbox… from a reader who warrants a Thinking Award with the insights she quietly offers…so I share: “This morning I was looking at this beautiful pot that my sister had bought me as a gift. I was thinking about how much I loved it. You know how when you’re young and single and moving around a bit—different apartments—and you only hold ...
On Wednesday, February 21 st, 2007
The pressure of it all gets to me. Come noon, and I am feeling it, like someone turned the heat to searing hot high: dear husband walks in the back door looking for a heaping plate of steaming hot food, toddler is rubbing her eyes with her pudgy fist, whimpering loudly for sleep, one child needs to know what 9 books would cost if 3 books cost $76, while two others scuffle a...
On Wednesday, February 14 th, 2007
“I have set before you life and death, the blessing and the curse.So choose life in order that you may live, you and your descendants, by loving the LORD your God,by obeying His voice,and by holding fast to Him; for this is your life… “ ~Deu. 30:20
On Tuesday, January 23 rd, 2007
Peace isn’t a place we live in. The house—and me—spins: laundry, school lessons, library books, basketball games, bills, phone calls, meals, dishes, women’s Bible Studies, diapers. Too often, I am dizzy: Anyone know how to get off? In the whirl of it all I crave retreat, sanctuary, monastery. On the milestone of my thirtieth birthday, my sister-in-law presented me with ...
On Wednesday, January 17 th, 2007
Sickness comes quietly, unexpectedly.Aching ear drums, rolling tummies, burning cheeks.Yet illness always comes accompanied.Love sweeps in behind. Prayers whispered by big sisters.Cool drinks for sore throats brought by little brothers.A little one bursts into tears, “I am so sad that our baby is sick.Can I hold her too?”Two weary parents keep the night watches,whis...
On Thursday, December 21 st, 2006
Thinking on Christmas traditions … and hospitality… and the purpose of this home and family… and these snippets from today’s Slice of Infinity with Ravi Zacharias “Some years ago, we were spending Christmas in the home of my wife’s parents. It was not a happy day in the household… Yet, in the midst of all that, my mother-in-law kept her...
On Friday, December 15 th, 2006
Father God, Abide with me; fast falls the eventide;And such a day it was. (I woke late… up too long last night, planning and organizing.) So we began, praying and singing, listening and reading over bowls of cereal and orange juice. One of the bowls broke, the glass vase of red dogwood accidently tipped over by a well-meaning child. Another child insisted on poking his sea...
On Friday, December 08 th, 2006
I muddle a lot of things, and this appears to be no exception. I had read the post, Think like a Restaurant Server last summer, and its concept of housecleaning stuck— a blog post that had transforming effects. I was deeply rethinking what it means to work, reflecting and writing about what work is about…. and the point Kari had quoted lingered long: “A busy resta...
On Thursday, November 30 th, 2006
“Did the life I lived today please you, God? How many things do we check off on our to-do list before we can yes to a question like that? Only one. Have I loved well?… St. John of the Cross once said that, “at the evening of our day we shall be judged by our loving.” As we look back on the day, what we have done is not as important as how we have done i...
On Monday, November 27 th, 2006
A note left in my inbox, from the very wise Elise of Joy in the Morning …. words I don’t want to forget, but scratch on my heart: “[Thinking on our life as gift] is so timely, as we come into a season that tends to be full of “what I want”. I try to remind myself of life as gift when there is a spill on the carpet, or marks on the wall, or dishes ...
On Saturday, November 25 th, 2006
There are some gifts I have unwrapped, like that glass reindeer salt and pepper shaker set from a most kind uncle who shall, out of respect, remain nameless, over which I have smiled sweetly, expressed genuine gratitude…. and quietly set a storage room shelf in the basement, never to use. I can receive a gift, accept a gift, acknowledge the gift, be thankful for the gift&...
On Wednesday, November 22 nd, 2006
An old ash-woven basket laundry basket sits by the end of our couch. It once held our newborn babes in sleep, slips of light filtering through the weave in the late afternoon sunlight, warming new skin. Now it holds memories, photo albums stacked carefully end to end. As women long gone once swooped down into the basket for freshly laundered whites, my babies-no-more now crawl ...