Oh, how sweet the light of day, And how wonderful to live in the sunshine! Even if you live a long time, don’t take a single day for granted. Take delight in each light-filled hour, Remembering that there will also be many dark days And that most of what comes your way is smoke. Ecclesiastes […]
Still Saturday: Being is Not Wasting (Day 13)
“Perhaps one of the saddest things we can do is waste time, as Shakespeare knew when he had Richard the Second cry out, ‘I have wasted time, and now doth time waste me.’ “But being time is never wasted time. When we are being, not only are we collaborating with chronological time, but we are […]
Five Minute Friday: There is No Hurry (Day 12)
I pour tomatoes and chop sweet onion. Then snip parsley frills and crush the basil, sprinkle salt, add spoonful of sugar. Stir. I race against the clock. Hurry. A tasty sauce takes time to simmer. But hungry stomachs will arrive at six. I rattle glasses, bang stainless, wash and wipe. Outside a silver needle threads its […]
31 Days on Coming to Grips with My Age ~ Day 11: For When You’re Expecting to Explode
Sixty-two. That’s the life expectancy of a child born in Haiti today. In 2000 a newborn could expect to live almost fifty years. But today’s two-year-olds, those born in 2010, they could die before they’re thirty. Thirty. That’s two years shy of my daughter’s age. My wee grandgirl is two. But because she lives in […]
31 Days on Coming to Grips with my Age ~ Days 6-10: I Never Imagined
Day 10 It’s still dark. I kiss Dennis goodbye. Inhale his cologne. I throw back the covers, feel around for bathrobe. Find my slippers that Lillee carried around last night. Turn up heat. Wake up Grace. Make some oatmeal. Think hard. Do I need to make a lunch? No, not today. They’re having taco bar. […]
Scripture Sunday: Until I’m Old and Gray (Day 5)
Still Saturday: Last Days of Fragrance (Day 4)
“Clarence died full of years and short of breath . . . In all the time Clarence attended the church where I pastor, he never did a thing other than show up . . . But the roots ran deep, and the branches stretched sturdy and long, and oh, the fruit. That man was clasped […]
31 Days on Coming to Grips with My Age ~ Day 3: A Lesson from the Leaves
God draped our woods with Jacob’s coat while I soul stripped on the edge of the Frio. The countryside explodes with color. “Aren’t the trees just beautiful? I can’t get over how they popped while I was in Texas.” Grace agrees. “But you know they’re dying, right? The colors mean they’re dying.” We’ve pulled into […]
For When Your Creativity Wanes
He tells us beside the Frio‘s flow, in his talk on The Care and Feeding of Creativity. That when work stalls and words stop, move. Because it’s in the moving that we breathe. It’s in the breathing that we keep breathing. Won’t you head on over to bibledude.net for the rest?
31 Days on Coming to Grips with My Age ~ Day 2: A Magic Bullet
Sometimes I prefer carpet to chair. I can still criss-cross-applesauce. I’m a dashboard foot-propper gal. I can bend over, touch fingertips to floor. But my knees complain on a climb. I move slower. Clutter and chaos confuse me. I tire faster. I fear falling. My bones are soft. “I don’t want to be like my mom,” I […]
