I love early morning sun. DST–not so much. What do we save by a clock reset anyway? We’re spending time whether in the dark or in the light. The real question is, “how much does a reset cost us?” Word Count: 40 Today’s Reading: Mark 6-11 In the stillness, Sandy Linking these sparse words with […]
40 Words of Lent 2014: Day 7
Wesley’s limping. We can’t figure out his backstory. The vet’s considering a growth-related abnormality, and he’ll do x-rays tomorrow. Seems to me we all have growth-related abnormalities related to our backstories, and we all walk with a limp. It’s normal. Word Count: 40 Today’s Reading: Mark 1-5 In the stillness, Sandy
40 Words of Lent 2014: Day 6
I had tickets to meet Melissa Gilbert Saturday, have her sign my books. But my heart wasn’t in it. When your heart is aching and people are breaking, sometimes it’s okay to just stay in bed and read a book. Word Count: 40 Today’s Reading: Matthew 25-28 In the stillness, Sandy
40 Words of Lent 2014: Day 5 (scripture sunday)
Jesus stopped and called them. “What do you want me to do for you?” he asked. “Lord,” they answered, “we want our sight.” Jesus had compassion on them and touched their eyes. Immediately they received their sight and followed him. ~Matthew 20:32-34 Word Count: 40 Today’s Reading: Celebrating the wonder of rest and reflecting on […]
40 Words of Lent 2014: Day 3
It hooted just southeast of my pillow, and I remembered how Abby kept her window shut after she found the feather fearful an owl would whisk her off in talons of torment or perhaps peck her to pieces. Anything’s possible. Word Count: 40 Today’s Reading: Matthew 13-18 In the Stillness, Sandy
40 words of lent 2014: day 2
A half dozen ashes blink this morning, forlorn remnants of flames forgotten and idled by the laying of much wood, dead like lukewarm love iced cold and cremated by idols. I lay kindling on the altar and strike a match. Word Count: 40 Today’s Reading: Matthew 1:8-12 In the stillness, Sandy
40 words of lent 2014: day 1
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
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 […]
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 […]
the geography of memory: saving scents to save sense
… memory isn’t an arm or a leg, to be controlled at will. Sometimes a memory leaps like a big playmate who hasn’t booked a play date. It won’t take no for an answer. I try to sit with it. I try to give it my attention. Then later, when I call, it won’t […]
