On Saturday, August 13 th, 2011
May all your wanderings this weekend, kindest friends, look through the pane of what is into the quiet and sacred spaces only to see the beauty of the blossoms right there on the other side. :: :::: All is grace because of Christ alone, :: :: A Memory for the Weekend: Make a little Slip & Slide in the backyard? As the summer winds down, a...
On Friday, August 12 th, 2011
It was right up there, after the woman in the buggy turned a corner. After she turned a corner and passed the humility of wheat, the sheaves bowed and surrendered. After she took one long breath and released her grip and let the reins lie loose across her open palm. After she’d just decided that, wherever this road l...
On Friday, June 24 th, 2011
“Something of God…f...
On Friday, April 29 th, 2011
Ifind a bit of blue sky wrapped in a nest. And wherever you are when you catch glimpses of heaven, you are home. ~Notes long from home, in Portland at the Q conference :: :: Lord, you have been our dwelling place… ~Ps. 90:1 :: :: ::
On Wednesday, April 06 th, 2011
We’d just turned at the cemetery there at Johnston’s Corners, towards the chapel and Sunday morning worship. And there, across from the Wood’s farm, the Farmer had swerved to miss two roosters that were literally crossing the road. Banties and out strutting in all their finery right over the yellow line. And when I had gasped a little, relieved to miss the flash of thei...
On Tuesday, April 05 th, 2011
Even from right there at the kitchen window, it’s like you can see it. :: How He’s doing it again, just like a promise, His, Doing it again, a promise kept, and I never have to worry, and it’s almost a witnessin...
On Thursday, March 17 th, 2011
Just quiet days here of being and loving and giving and making and walking …. walking slow enough to know the deep joy of really seeking and seeing. :: :: Worship is a way of seeing the world in the light of God. ~Abraham Joshua Heschel :: :: :: You, God, are my God, ...
On Wednesday, March 02 nd, 2011
A morning in March, a child notices it, how a leaf holds its fruit right there in the bowl, and it’s true, just remain moment by moment in the Vine and there is the promise. Of yielding more in the end than an unlived life. Of fixing the heart to Him so that under His wing we can fly. “See this one, Mom?” Kai holds the apple high. “A leaf! And look how...
On Saturday, February 05 th, 2011
:: May all your wanderings this weekend, kindest friends, lead to the shafts and islands and patches of light where you bask in the warmth of Him. :: :: All’s grace, :: :: :: We too pray that the Book Club @ DaySpring is a bit of patch of light this weekend? If you are looking to...
On Wednesday, January 12 th, 2011
When I told her that a habit is something that you wear, I felt it, how I caught on something, snagged. For days, I unravel. Forget figuring out how to form a habit. I’m not there yet. First, what are the few habits worth wearing? You can only layer so much. We put away the Christmas tree, box up the Jesse Tree ornaments, leave the infant in a manger figuri...
On Thursday, December 30 th, 2010
All the days held God. I don’t think I knew that. ...
On Wednesday, October 13 th, 2010
We followed the hearse the day we took my mother-in-law to the cemetery. I had thought it: the ebony black of that hearse, it intensified the colors of the world. I could see the sky reflected in the hearse’s polished steel. The maples stood at attention, lining both sides of the road. Daisies, white and quiet, punctuated the ditches. This, her last trip...