He posted the question on Facebook. How many of you honestly believe god is real? I look out at birds perched in stripped branches that in just a couple of months will pop pink. Browns will gush green, the sun will beat warm, and the air will hang heavy with the fragrance of lilacs […]
the heart work of eviction
My in-laws finally realized their dream. They moved out of the old farmhouse into a smaller home built at the edge of Big Creek. Mom still had plenty of room in the new garage to set up her “museum” of old calendars, photos, farm implements, and antiques. Dad stacked stones in the creek so […]
still saturday: delivered
Deliver. I’ve been thinking about this word all week. How He delivered Himself to us wrapped low to wrap us up in love, how He delivered Himself over to deliver us from darkness and death into light and life so we could deliver ourselves for Him, to be light to deliver others into the light […]
five minute friday: fingers of fear
I crack my right eyeball. He’s up on his left elbow, leaning over me, staring… …at the clock, I guess, on the nightstand next to me. Then he’s fiddling with his phone. Did it go off? Or not? After I complained about the radio blasting strange music at weird hours and having to wake […]
how clutter makes us fat, and how to slow down to see
I went in search of the sound of scratching. I found it coming from behind the door of no admittance. From the room that used to be my sister-in-law’s bedroom until this house was moved across the field in the ’60s and the room was halved to accommodate a stairway to a full basement. […]
a white stone
I’m fascinated with a small white stone. Polished edges, satin slick. But with a small crack and a teeny gouge on the underside. Or maybe it’s the top. Who really knows with a stone? I roll the stone in one palm and then the other. Feel how my thumb and fingers fit into the […]
be still to be–be loved
be still, hidden in the pocket of this present moment and know the love that calms all chaos. be still for the beauty of the be is that you know that you are known and loved just as you are. be loved still. In the stillness, Sandy Linking with Bonnie as we explore the question: […]
Crystal Blue Persuasion
Grace has brought a blue-topped spiral notebook as well as two big containers—one of markers, one of crayons. She’s drawn a yellow sun in the left corner, and I smile because the prelude was called “Sun of my Soul.” We missed the prelude. “Be sure to put the top back on when you’re done,” I […]
Of False Signs and Feathered Hope
There was thunder. And there was lightning. And Grace called, all whispers. “Grandma, I was just in bed saying my prayers. And I asked God to bring Great-Grandma back. And I asked Him to give me a sign that she was coming. And right then there was this big flash. And . . . she’s […]
Monday Meditation: To Wallow in the Glory
I doubt it was her first ice cream cone because she seemed to know what to do. But it was her first ice cream cone with us. One summer Sunday evening. A moment captured through the lens of love. Imprinted in memory and stamped on our hearts. A delicious dive into delight. We walked down […]
