I was never a great fan of red. Until I studied Rahab’s scarlet cord and learned about the towla worm. And now my heart skips whenever I see it. In a bowl of berries. In a cardinal’s tuft. In a downy drop. In a flicker’s blaze. In […]
Fuel for the Weekend: Seize Today (A Poem)
It’s been a crazy day. Part of which was spent househunting with my son and his fiancee. So I have reached back into the archives for today’s meditation. Seize Today I will seize today for it is shiny and new sparkling with promise a gift wrapped with possibilities and ribbons of delight. Anticipation. I […]
Fuel for the Weekend: Pit Stops
Fear-of-God is a school in skilled living–first you learn humility, then you experience glory. ~Proverbs 15:33 (Message) Joseph. Favorite son. Tattletale. Teller of dreams. Full of himself? His brothers had enough. Stripped of his robe. Stripped of his life. Tossed into a cistern. Humbled. What did he think about while he was down there? Sold […]
Fuel for the Weekend: Touching the Tassel
But for you who fear my name, the sun of righteousness will rise with healing in its wings; and you will go forth and skip about like calves from the stall. ~Malachi 4:2 (NASB) We gather around the table. The new widow. The exhausted young mom. The heart-broken grandma. The financially stressed and the health […]
Fuel for the Weekend: When the Earth Groaned
When the earth groaned. Part of Japan sank two feet deeper into the ocean. And moved thirteen feet closer to the United States. Its land widened. The planet’s mass shifted and changed its axis. Lives shattered. When the earth groaned. It triggered heaves in people across the world. Widening our hearts. Drawing us closer to […]
Fuel for the Weekend: I’m a Lenten Failure
Lent is the time for trimming the soul and scraping the sludge off a life turned slipshod. Lent is about taking stock of time, even religious time. Lent is about exercising the control that enables us to say no to ourselves so that when life turns hard of its own accord, we have the stamina […]
Fuel for the Weekend: Caring for Self
He pulls the stethoscope from his ears and thumbs through my chart. “Have I ever told you that you have a heart murmur?” “No,” I answer slowly, almost in the form of a question. “Well, I hear one today. I’m going to have Sherry set you up for an echocardiogram. And it’s time for another […]
What Do You Smell Like?
I fill my basket. Bananas. Apples. Blueberries. Crusty breads on sale–country wheat baguette, pan bigio, calabrese rounds. Kalamata olives. Diapers, wipes, vinyl bibs. A fleece jacket for Gracee–on sale for three dollars. And I remember what Cassandra said in response to my pity party on Wednesday. Bring in beauty right where you are. Right now. […]
Friday Fuel for the Weekend: Dare to Sabbath
Go nowhere to go somewhere. Do nothing to do something. Dump fuel to refuel. Stop to go. Pause to produce. The paradox of sabbath. And sabbath is what chapter 8 of God in the Yard is all about. Trusting in cycles of strength and weakness, rest and work, presence and absence (or presence and hiddenness.) […]
Friday Fuel for the Weekend: Light
It starts as a hint of hope, a thin thread of red at the hem of the horizon that gives way to an ever-widening pink streamer. New day birthed in a candle glow that nudges black. The sun climbs the steps of night and peeks over peak. Breath clouds billow and dissolve. Ribbons of light […]
