Today we remember those who serve and sacrifice. 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 as a Civil Air Patrol Cadet at […]
scripture sunday: no greater love
“Your silent tents of green We deck with fragrant flowers; Yours has the suffering been, The memory shall be ours.” ~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Stilled, Sandy
still saturday: seeing God
“Nothing else but this seeing God in everything will make us loving and patient with those who annoy and trouble us. They will be to us then only the instruments for accomplishing His tender and wise purposes toward us, and we shall even find ourselves at last inwardly thanking them for the blessings they […]
when a kestrel invades my view
I’m standing on tiptoe at the kitchen counter. Steamy tendrils rise from my blue mug, the one with the yellow interior and yellow chicken on the side. I cup my hands around the warmth, sip hot Nantucket Blend. I’m listening to the news about a collapsed bridge in Washington state, and I sigh and […]
you are God’s poemia
I stand in the checkout line, cart loaded with perimeter foods–berries and avocados and lettuce and cherries and grapes. I can’t wait to get home to have a plate of hummus with pita bread and a side of Kalamata olives and a handful of carrots. Oh, and a few (or more) Oreo cookies. If I […]
in which I can’t breathe
I can’t tear myself away from the Weather Channel. Away from the photos and videos of devastation and heartbreak. I can’t breathe for the weight on my chest and the ache in my heart. And I’m stunned by the power. Oklahoma. I’m writing and weeping over at BibleDude today. Won’t you tiptoe over and sit […]
scripture sunday: careless
Look at the birds, free and unfettered, not tied down to a job description, careless in the care of God. And you count far more to him than birds. ~Matthew 6:26 (MSG) Still and care-less, Sandy
still saturday: unqualified
“Moses was past middle age when God called him to lead his children out of Egypt, and he spoke with a stutter. He was reluctant and unwilling and he couldn’t control his temper. But he saw the bush that burned and was not consumed. He spoke with God in the cloud on Mt. Sinai, and […]
sing a new song
Snow fell on Sunday. In May. On Mother’s Day. It frosted the tulips white. “My mother would not be happy today,” my sister posted on Facebook. “She wouldn’t even be amused.” And I doubt if even we could have made her crack a smile by bursting into song and dance, perhaps with a spring […]
self-care or selfish?
I slammed doors, stomped feet, and spewed all kind of venom. How dare the company ask us to move (even if only for a short time), and how dare my husband say yes. He could just go alone. Without me. Because here is where I was. The I who’d found my identity and importance […]
