On Saturday, March 28 th, 2009
May your weekend wanderings keep you in His Light, dear friends…. Memverse — free, online tool to aid in memorization of Scripture Related: Convert verse to just initial letter of each word — then print it out and carry with you. Engages brain and has made memorization infinitely easier for this old brain! Lenten Garden — thoughts I’m thinking...
On Wednesday, March 11 th, 2009
We lay ours aside, the words that normally fill our mouths, and sit around the table, slipping our forks under squash from our dirt, meat from our barns, and we offer each other words, living out words of the Psalmist. “God raised the sun today!” Hope grins, lighting. “I don’t hurt anywhere.” Levi looks up from his plate, fingers curled around fork. His scars curl too...
On Monday, February 16 th, 2009
I’m blow drying this mop of hair, this hair with the cowlick, so heavy and thick and full, and the dryer howls and I’m rolling the wild strands all under, glancing at the quote beside the mirror, the one with a black and white picture of a long ago mama with her laced child on lap, words scrolled below in Edwardian script, “There is no higher height to which humanity can...
On Wednesday, February 04 th, 2009
1 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 life, I have wounded and I will h...
On Saturday, November 01 st, 2008
October blew away. But I’ve held on to words, His: Him, the Word made flesh. Remember October as Mega Memory Month? Ann Kroeker’s offered an invitation to a memorization celebration. Not necessary to bring a salad or a dessert— just a little token from your month of memorizing. So, I’ve hemmed and hawwed (I’m shy!), but am gulping hard, and slippi...
On Monday, October 20 th, 2008
The red sea of maples divides and we drive through on a part of dry gravel road, waves of color lapping in wind. A gust of autumn sprays brilliance. A splash of light carpets the way. We’re led through. “They say the colors are exceptionally vibrant this year.” He knows that’s what’s holding me rapt, silent. From the passenger seat, I look deep into Martin’s wood...
On Thursday, October 02 nd, 2008
“It was this… intention that made the primitive Christians such eminent instances of piety…. And if you will here stop and ask yourself why you are not pious as the primitive Christians were, your own heart will tell you that it is neither through ignorance nor inability, but purely because you never thoroughly intended it.“ ~ William Law, A Serious Ca...
On Thursday, September 25 th, 2008
It all may seem a bit…ridiculous. Each morning, I submit myself to this, tending my own vineyard. I voluntarily sit on the rowing machine, inhale deeply, and pull. Leg muscles drive back. Abdomen tightens. Arms pull long and hard. One stroke. Two seconds. A couple of meters. My heart rate picks up. A few calories burned. Next stroke. And another. And another. The screen reads...
On Wednesday, August 20 th, 2008
So we eat and talk and pull out our sheets of verses from the dinner-table book basket and pour over the words, The Word, in between forkfuls. We recite during slurps of desert’s ice cream cones. Tattered sheets are stuffed in pockets to review in between barn feeding chores, doing up dishes, putting little ones down for nap. We’re slowly becoming a family of mutterers, re...
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, February 22 nd, 2008
The moon floods her walls, quilts and face with light, reflected and brilliant. And she, with that two-year-old voice that warms me, lights me, whispers before prayers, “I say it again for you, okay Mama?” I nod, and squeeze her little hand, and she takes a deep breath, her eyes rolling high, looking for words, and plucks petals from her memory.“The Lord is my Sheph...
On Friday, January 04 th, 2008
“That which is known by heart is what the heart knows.” ~Dennis Lennon Lord, what does my heart know? What do I want it to know? Let me know You, Your Word, by heart…More memorization encouragement….