On Tuesday, March 04 th, 2014
I can’t seem to follow through in giving up for Lent. Which makes me want to just give up Lent. Which makes me question Who I am following. Which may precisely be the point of Lent. Last week, I’m standing on a table, snapping the shutter on a bouquet of roses, when by brother calls. Levi picks it up, his eyes twinkling, stars risen early. I can only hope Levi doesn...
On Friday, February 14 th, 2014
Dear Husband…. so yeah, yeah—- our mattress sags in the middle. You can see it, even when the sheets are pulled up taut, how the springs at the centre have been flattened by the sheer weight of glory. You and I and this becoming of us. Some would say this has been boring, this every day love of us. It’s been decades of this, happening after the days, us there in th...
On Wednesday, February 05 th, 2014
‘Look, the only guys that watch the radar like this are the guys who fly.” “And the guys who farm.” Yeah, okay, I’ll give you that — I nudge him — farmers and the flying guys always watching the sky. The Farmer sitting there in his worn-out Wranglers and tattered t-shirt looks up from The Weather Network and that radar swirling across the screen like ...
On Tuesday, January 28 th, 2014
My Mama told me that there’d be days like this. Days when it feels like the heat of Hades is burning blazes up your backside. And just when you grip that blessed doorframe and the exit out, somebody slams that door hard, scrapes your fingers into a bloodied, mangled mess, and you’re left flailing like a fool in the heat and the hurt. Yeah, a whole lot of days like t...
On Friday, January 24 th, 2014
Someone mentioned that this one reminded them of Cliff Young? To keep #PullingaCliffYoung. Just desperately needed this smile for a Friday… : Right after I read the story, I go looking for an old horn to screw right to the wall. There are things worth the proclaiming. And after I find one, I walk around the house with the horn in hand trying to figure if it looks best on...
On Tuesday, January 21 st, 2014
Because really — it’s never too late too find your wings… [Would really love to hear how it's going for you over here today ... come chime in? ]
On Tuesday, January 14 th, 2014
So this rabid symphony lover invites me to a concert, a box seat, up over the orchestra. It’s cold. Chicago in January. The violinists warm up. The whole northern hemisphere keeps trying to warm up. From anywhere in the building, you can see the guy up front, the conductor. Somebody’s ironed his black threads pretty smooth. His hair – not so much. It’s this perfect...
On Thursday, January 02 nd, 2014
Spun. Some guy with a mullet and loud voice had lobbed that one word my way back before the 21st century. In all his 1989 wisdom, he had flicked his feathered hair back and snorted over a soggy cheeseburger in our hick town high school cafeteria and said “Yeah, that girl is right spun.“ 2014 dawns 25 years later. Marty McFly isn’t supposed to show up until...
On Wednesday, January 01 st, 2014
From calendar page to calendar page, the moments are our lives and the years are blinks. And she stood at the sink and looked back at the year just past…. And in a circle of days, all things being from Him and through Him and to Him, she smiled brave. Looking back, it had been hard and it had been beauti...
On Sunday, December 22 nd, 2013
Praying that the video devotional for the fourth Sunday of Advent and the lighting of the Love candle will be posted this morning, Lord willing? ahhh, yes…. “Rest here and be happy. Rest happy as only children can be happy in the days before Christmas. Rest happy and love this story of a coming King who prepares the downtrodden for Christmas by becomi...
On Saturday, December 21 st, 2013
Dear Kids, Saw one of you boys sitting here in a messy house last night, reading a book by the light of the Christmas tree. Reading words. My heart about burst. A guy I know often mails books. And every time the postal clerk asks him the obligatory question about if there’s anything hazardous or flammable in the package, he always speaks truth: “You bet ...
On Friday, December 20 th, 2013
It’s on the day I forget to buy toilet cleaner in town. The day the man at the gas pumps says it’s just around the corner, what they’re forecasting will be a green Christmas and he looks up and asks, “So… are you ready yet for Christmas?” And I choose to smile — okay, so it was a thin smile — a thin smile instead of hyperventil...