My checking account does not look good right now. We’ve had some large extra expenses this month, and I have not prepared well. I fear an overdraft. I’m glad I saw that. I roll pennies, ransack old purses, rob our wallets, and return returnables. I stuff everything into an empty wipe box and hurry to […]
Archives for September 2010
Unwrapping September Weeds
What is a weed? A plant whose virtues have never been discovered. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson Gathering with others at Chatting at the Sky to unwrap and celebrate the small things, gifts that wait to be discovered.
In the Desert of the Broken Pieces
She gathered fragments of one well loved, cradled them sharp to her own shattered heart and stumbled in the desert of the broken pieces with flame-seared hopes and sorrow-melted dreams. She writhed in pain alone and bled from gaping wounds immune to a physician’s mend while clothed in shreds of tear-stained pride. She feared a […]
Seeing Pink (and Tired of it)
This was originally my in-law’s bedroom. This morning I lie in bed and look at my bedroom walls–pink walls. And sigh. Yes, pink. My husband and I have inhabited this pink room for eight years. With the sky blue ceiling. Don’t ask me why it’s blue. I can’t remember. It’s at least an improvement over […]
Concrete Compassion
Of the six traits of stickiness that we review in this book, concreteness is perhaps the easiest to embrace. It may also be the most effective of the traits. Kill the Curse of Knowledge. Show me. Don’t tell me. Engage my senses. Let me see and hear and touch and smell. Compassion International has a […]
Beauty~In More Than 140 Characters
Never lose an opportunity of seeing anything that is beautiful, for beauty is God’s handwriting–a wayside sacrament. Welcome it in every fair face, in every fair sky, in every fair flower, and thank God for it as a cup of blessing. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson
Saturday Sillies
I got nothing today. Gracee’s first soccer game of the season was cancelled due to weather. So we went out to breakfast. Everyone else ordered the buffet. And I got bored. Coffee’s getting low. Water’s okay. Wish I’d gotten French toast. Finally, we went home. Get away from me with the camera, human! Neighbor’s sheep […]
The Meeting
There’s a boy outside. A funny-looking boy. Standing in the middle of the plants. But I ignore him. In fact, I’m oblivious to anything or anyone except the person who sits across the table–and the waitress who warms my coffee. Today I share breakfast with Anne Lang Bundy who is on her way to the […]
Leaving a Legacy?
“There he smiled at me one last time, but I didn’t know that was the last smile. That’s what I’ll always remember . . .” That’s Semese describing the loss of her husband, a Turkish Christian, who was tortured and killed for his faith. Max Lucado tells the story in his new book, Outlive Your […]
Spinning and Walking
I dreamed the other night that I was lost in a concrete maze. Every path led to a dead end until I came to a slide. So down I went, twisting and turning, and I landed in a cafeteria where there were only a couple people. I had a sense that I was in a […]
