She said, “According to your words, so be it.” So she sent them away, and they departed; and she tied the scarlet cord in the window. ~Joshua 2:21 (NASB) (cord = tiqvah = hope) Hope Rises heavy under a misty veil i see dimly until startled by a cardinal on a naked branch and […]
Unwrapping the Gift(s)
What does it look like to live a good story? Am I living a good story? Why does it matter? Those are questions the folks over at Prodigal Magazine have been wrestling with. My mom lived a good story, and we celebrated her life six months ago. I’m reposting this today in order to join […]
Red is . . . (a color poem)
Red is a geranium, the only flower I can’t kill. It’s a blood orange in the west and a sign that means stop. Red is the crunch of leaves, a cardinal’s song, and hummingbirds fighting at the feeder. It’s a barn full of stomping hooves and swishing tails. Red is a warm tomato fresh […]
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 […]
Sweet Red Symphony
Love whispers petals crushed on tongues of salty grief that bleed a sweet red symphony and rises on the wings of hope. Words would just not come this month for Tweetspeak Poetry’s February prompt of red. So today I played with magnetic words and came up with these few brief lines. Though he […]
When You Need to Remember
Ash Wednesday. Ashes. The words triggered one of those grief waves. One in which I remember my mom wheeling out to the living room to say she was rooting for the Yankees while we whooped it up for the Tigers. It’s the last memory I have of being at home with her before […]
In the Presence of Hope: A Review of The Unlikely Missionary by Dan King
Part of me hates to read mission stories. Especially from those who have traveled to Africa. I battle jealousy because that’s been my dream since I was a young girl. But the opportunity has not yet presented itself. It did for the BibleDude, though. I read his story in his book, The Unlikely Missionary: From […]
The Color of Choices–Part 2
Sissy is laughing at me. “You have trouble making choices, don’t you?” But I don’t want to make the wrong one. I mean, this could be a legacy purchase. I used to dream of one of those tilt-type mixers. But figured it was a luxury, and I didn’t have the space to store and operate […]
Sunday Seasoned Sayings: Wait for Hope
When life is heavy and hard to take, go off by yourself. Enter the silence. Bow in prayer. Don’t ask questions: Wait for hope to appear. Don’t run from trouble. Take it full-face. The “worst” is never the worst. ~Lamentations 3:28-30 (Message) Linking with my friend, Deidra, and community for some simple Sunday inspiration. […]
Book Review: Stained Glass Hearts by Patsy Clairmont
I’m sitting in one of the white gliders, cushioned in peach and white stripes. I hold the book on my lap and gaze at the framed stained glass that hangs on the peach wall above the white chest in the meditation room. I note the seagulls (at least they look like seagulls), the hills, the […]
