It’s just the two of us for dinner. I scrounge up some chicken, left over from the chicken-with-cherry-sauce recipe from A Taste of Laity Lodge. Only for her, I serve it plain with bottled Hawaiian sauce and no cherries and a broken breadstick with pizza sauce. She skips the asparagus. Then she trades the chicken […]
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her father’s joy
“You’re just waiting to get pregnant,” my doctor assured me. But days of thermometers and planned lovemaking and monthly disappointment tore at thinned emotions, feelings also frayed from too much doing, too much identity seeking in serving. Adoption doors hid behind lines that flowed into forever. “The company wants us to move,” my husband told […]
in which my son wears the mask of God in his work
What else is all our work to God–whether in the fields, in the garden, in the city, in the house, in war, or in government–but just such a . . . [way] by which He wants to give His gifts in the fields, at home, and everywhere else? These are the masks of God, behind […]
Book Review: A Monk in High Heels
Brenda Keller was a desperate college sophomore when she made her first call “hoping they would in fact not have an opening. Ever.” Her professor had told her openings were “few and far between” and sometimes scheduled a year or more in advance. But there was a cancellation. And so she stumbled into the […]
31 Days of Coming to Grips with My Age ~ Day 26: When You Fear You Have No Voice
I used to sing in a 100-voice choir, though it wasn’t that big when I first joined. I knew how to read a little bit of music because I’d taken a whole year’s worth of piano lessons. But I didn’t know how to make my voice create the notes. So I suspect I started […]
31 Days on Coming to Grips with My Age ~ Day 15: Back to the Beginning
It’s dark. It’s early. I’m awake. He’s left the shades up this time like I asked (again), and I’m glad. I like to watch the morning come. Another beginning. I’m pretty sure he’s awake, too. I wonder if he knows I am. I’m still. My head and heart are so heavy with to-do’s and needs. […]
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. […]
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 […]
Guest Post: So I Stopped Eating (Part 1) by Emily Wierenga
I’m out of town this week, so I’ve asked Emily Wierenga to fill in. Emily is an author, artist, freelance journalist, blogger, and beautiful friend from Neerlandia, Alberta. This post originally appeared over at The High Calling in November 2010. I don’t think one can read it too often. She tells her story in her book, […]
