Still Saturday: All Is Well


  Do not think, believer, that your sorrows are out of God’s plan; they are necessary parts of it. “Through many tribulations we must enter the kingdom.” (Acts 14:22) Learn, then, to “count it all joy . . . when you meet trials of various kinds.” (James 1:22) O let my trembling soul be still, […]

Breaking The Border of Self

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I shook my head and sighed as I folded yet another frayed towel. We’ve had these light mocha (now practically cream) towels for what seems like forever, and to replace them is low on the needs list. But the other day I used a Target gift card to buy just one big, fluffy, white bath […]

Laughing At The Fire


  The big house across the road was on fire. Our house. Well, not really “our” house. But a piece of our history. My husband’s great-great grandfather built it in 1870. My inlaws sold the property back in the late 1970s, and I think I was more sad to see it go than they were. […]

Sacred Sod

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    “I need to go plant flowers at the cemetery this weekend,” I said. “When you and Dad are gone, will I have to do that?” My daughter brushes a blond strand off her forehead. “You don’t have to,” I smile. “I mean, is it my job, my responsibility?” I shrug. “I like to […]

My House Is On Fire

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  I’d just set down bowls of chicken and rice kibble mixed with canned lamb dinner when my phone rang. I’m used to not being able to understand the grandgirl because of giggling and commotion in the background. But tonight (Monday–the day after Mother’s Day) was different. Through her panic, I finally understood her screams. “My house […]

Still Saturday: What’s To Be Done?


  “You are seeing everything for the last time, and everything you see is gilded with goodbyes. The child’s hand like a starfish on the pillow, your hand on the doorknob. Caught between screen and window, a wasp unfolds one wing. With a sick smile, guilt-ridden, the old dachshund lurches off the forbidden couch when […]

On Jumping Tandem, Grace, and Glue


  They said the drive to Nebraska and Jumping Tandem: The Retreat would be long and boring. They were wrong. A week ago I’d messaged my prayer warriors, “I’m having a little trouble holding it together right now. Could use a little glue prayer.” And they were on it like bees on crabapple blossoms. One […]

Still Saturday: Dynamic Stillness

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    But it is hard to hear that inner voice unless I allow myself time and quiet to center down, to focus in. I can find silence indoors, but it seems static. Breathing in the dynamic stillness as the whole creation pauses before God, the psalmist also sensed that, “The heavens declare the glory […]