How many times have I traveled this road as it bends and curves? Enough lately so I dare to look around and let the Journey carry me. It downshifts itself to climb. Carmine and golden hills surround me. I’m in ski country. My dad says this road was once an Indian trail that led from Petoskey to Alpena. Gray […]
There Is No Hurry
There is No Hurry I pour tomatoes and chop sweet onion, snip parsley frills and crush some basil, dash salt, sprinkle 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 the stainless, wash and wipe. Outside a silver needle […]
Scripture Sunday: Always Glory!
Everything comes from him; Everything happens through him; Everything ends up in him. Always glory! Always praise! Yes. Yes. Yes. ~Romans 11:36 (MSG) In the stillness, Sandy with Barbie and Lisha #GiveMeGrace
five minute friday: tree – and the why of letting go
She stands tall in our front yard and clasps golden glory tight to her crown. Though heavy-laden with a snow-cold blanket, still she refuses to resist the stripping. I stroke my hand along her wrinkled hard, trace her scars with my finger, remove a limb of broken. She knows she’ll lose, of course. Because it’s […]
When You’re Not Comfortable
I’ve been thinking a lot about my mom lately. I imagine I always will come fall. Because brain cancer came with the fall, discovered by a fall. We lost her two years ago this month, though some days it seems like yesterday. I hover over her squint at tilted back and crooked neck. Are you […]
still saturday: walk with me
No words today. I just want to walk with you a ways down my road and marvel in the mundane. I want to notice the unnoticed and see the unseen. To listen and just breathe. Walk with me? (Oops. I guess those were words.) Click on photos to enlarge. Still noticing, Sandy Welcome to Still […]
31 Days of Coming to Grips with My Age – Day 24: Counting
A new day stretches, and the sky wraps me soft like a baby blanket. The air breathes damp and gentle against my face, sighs into my hair. The cracked concrete of the driveway apron is still wet from the rain, and my children’s small handprints are barely visible in the eroding. Yet Lake Abby spreads dry […]
31 Days of Coming to Grips with My Age ~ Day 19: Look! Behold!
Look! Behold! Drop your jaw in amazement. See the flower wave from the clay cracks of your despair. See grace splashed in the garbage of your day, a fragrance rising. He is here in the dust of every musty moment, in the dirty dishwater, in the mildewed tiles and cobwebbed corners. He is here […]
Scripture Sunday: Until I’m Old and Gray (Day 5)
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 […]
