Today’s walk revealed an angel of Grace and the reminder that to journey with the wind at your back is easier than to turn and fight it. I wondered if God’s eye was on the sparrow but not the cardinal. Word Count: 40 Today’s Reading: Matthew 1-7 In the stillness, Sandy
40 words of lent 2014: Day 0
Today is “Fat Tuesday,” and I ate a pazcki. Prune. They’re my favorite. They’re the traditional ones, and they’re not as sweet as the others. (I wish we had a Rudy’s in Michigan.) Still, it added up to about four bazillion calories. It’s a filling for the spilling for the filling. I plan to start […]
you’re not the god of me
My daughter was expelled from Mother’s Morning Out. When she was two. “I cannot believe that Sandy King’s daughter bites.” Talk about a slap in my perfect parent facade. I was an older mom (at 38) and supposedly wiser. But I was raising a biter. It all started at a Gymboree open house. Abby and […]
scripture sunday: the word
In the stillness, Sandy
still saturday: crowded with god
“We may ignore, but we may nowhere evade, the presence of God. The world is crowded with God. God walks everywhere incognito. And the incognito is not always hard to penetrate. The real labor is to remember, to attend. In fact, to come awake. Still more, to remain awake.” ~C.S. Lewis in Letters to Malcolm […]
hope, compassion and the son of god
Kenya calls me, tugs at my heart. And that year, 2012, Compassion was leading a sponsor tour over my birthday. I could meet Nduta, our sponsored girl. Perfect timing in my eyes. In MY eyes. But compassion isn’t confined to Kenya. It hollows hearts in the most unlikely places, at the most unlikely times–when your […]
scripture sunday: hands full
“Meanwhile, we’ve got our hands full continually thanking God for you, our good friends—so loved by God!” ~2 Thessalonians 2:14a (MSG) Thanking God for you, my good friends. In the stillness, Sandy
still saturday: every morning
Every morning I walk like this around the pond, thinking: if the doors of my heart ever close, I am as good as dead. Every morning, so far, I’m alive. And now the crows break off from the rest of the darkness and burst up into the sky–as though all night they had thought of […]
small and scared
Wesley’s been walking wounded. We’ve pawed over his left front paw and leg and just can’t figure out why he’s limping for the last week and a half. So today I drag him through the door of the examining room, and while we wait he lifts his feet to my lap and shakes so hard […]
when you don’t have the gift of garden
It’s a good thing I don’t NEED a garden. Because I don’t have the gift of garden. Sometimes I try to keep a garden because I love the results, and sometimes I even reap a small harvest, but I don’t really enjoy being the keeper of a garden. My grandfather, he kept a huge garden, […]