What good is speed if the brain has oozed out of the way? St. Jerome Does that hurt your eyes? I thought so. It hurts mine, too. And my head. Now that the corn is chopped down, I can see I-69 from my “penthouse” window. Perpetual motion. Constant comings. Constant goings. When I’m yard sitting, […]
Stories–For Such a Time as This
Have you ever found yourself tapping your foot and thinking (or begging out loud), “Just get to the point?” Getting straight to the point is apparently not that sticky. And perhaps not the strongest way to inspire action. As it turns out, there’s more power in a story. A good story fires up our neurons […]
Embraced by Grace in Chile
It’s a miracle morning while men are mined amid cheers and tears as they emerge from rock-sealed tomb a half-mile journey from the belly of the earth where battle raged in spirit realm and God stretched out His holy arm as one and more grasped and passed from darkness into light embraced by grace. Gracias. […]
Good Morning, Deer
I planned to write my “sticky” post today, based on chapter 6 of Made to Stick. But I’ve had a long and busy day. It’s now very late, and I’m very tired. So I’ll think about that tomorrow. But I didn’t want to leave you without something. This morning I was moving quickly around the […]
Attention ~ In More Than 140 Characters
The moment one gives close attention to any thing, even a blade of grass, it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent world in itself. ~Henry Miller
Harvest
Anticipation hangs in the morning air. Hey, do you fellas hear something? Yeah, I hear it! Run for your lives! The harvest has begun. Chopping, shredding, stripping, flinging. Leaving only stubble. And spewing forth the gold. Now he who supplies seed to the sower and bread for food will also supply and increase your store […]
Outside Inside
This is the penthouse. Where I do most of my study and writing these days. From here I can look out over yard and field and woods. It used to be my husband’s room. He remembers oven summers and freezer winters. He remembers lying on his bed and peeling away layers of wallpaper, vaguely remembers […]
Tuning Up in the Pink
I love to think of nature as an unlimited broadcasting station, through which God speaks to us every hour, if we will only tune in. ~George Washington Carver I got a package in the mail yesterday. I didn’t remember ordering anything that felt like clothes. But there inside was a soft pink fleece shirt. Along […]
All Lined Up
Okay, so I managed to whip up this little ditty while gazing out my office window. All lined up dressed to the T’s shoulder to shoulder hip to hip and clip to clip on vinyl pews swaying in the spirit and waving praises in hallelujah colors. For One Shot Wednesday.
Waiting in the Yard
In the end, this is the most hopeful thing any of us can say about spiritual transformation: I cannot transform myself, or anyone else for that matter. What I can do is create the conditions in which spiritual transformation can take place . . . ~Ruth Haley Barton (via God in the Yard, chapter 2, […]
