There’s coming in the going, going in the coming, stillness in the moving.
Poetry of Moving: On Cleaning Windows
Today I sliced you in half…
Where is Home?
“I know it’s morbid, my daughter says, “but I’ve been thinking about it, and so I’ll ask. If you and Dad die, is there enough life insurance to fly you home and bury you?” She asks him the same question over the phone, and he assures her there is plenty and more. I tell her I don’t […]
On Memorial Day
Entrance to Maple Hill Cemetery on Memorial Day Today we remember those who serve(d) and sacrifice(d). My father tried to get into every branch of service during WWII, but was unable to because of his congenital nystagmus. (If he had been, would he have married my mother? Would there have been a me?) He was accepted […]
When You Need to Disengage to Redirect
“All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another.” ~Anatole France Home. That’s the word I chose to guide my year in 2015. “It might mean fewer words see the light this […]
Simple Touches of Hospitality
Several weeks ago, our Sunday School class held a Chili Cook-Off. I brought bowls of shredded cheese and sour cream to help calm anticipated spicy fires of the tongue. I also won second place with my vegetarian chili, substituting ginger ale for the beer. The recipe is in GraceTable’s free Fall-Winter Volume I cookbook […]
How To Share Your Faith At Home
It’s harder to be a light within these walls where my real is often not so happy than it is to point people to Jesus in a place of “real” work.
A Harp Journey – Coming Home
In fall of 2011, an aggressive form of brain cancer attacked my mother. When I moved into the hospice home with her, I bagged my harp up and brought it along. I plunked out “Amazing Grace,” and together we just “noodled” around with it. Another musically-inclined patient down the hall was giddy over this […]
The Ache of Answered Prayer
Or is there still some hidden delight? A larger plan that’s not yet come together? Because true joy is not temporal. And my heart aches with love for the truth of that.
To Serve Up Love
I’m sitting at our white porcelain-topped farm table facing a new stainless steel sink (goodbye rusted white cast iron) with the bronze faucet that reminds me a little of an old well. The 50-year-old cabinets I painted blue when we moved in 25-plus years ago are gone. They’d been disintegrating and dusting themselves all over […]
