I see God’s creative finger in all seasons. But never more, I think, than in the spring when life unfurls. These are the days when all that glitters is green. Yet life is sometimes blood-tinged like the color of death in this new leaf. That also carries the color of hope. Because life is in […]
still saturday: solitude
“But the inability to understand what creativeness there is in solitude, that it is somehow linked to the ‘madness of silence,’ is to deny the human spirit its vital recharge for facing the rigors of everyday life. “Solitude is choosing to be alone . . . “Solitude is to let the mind and emotions drain […]
in which my week spins and i center
I’m curled up with my cream-colored plush throw to read in preparation for a High Calling book club discussion, when my daughter-in-law calls. My son’s vertigo is back, and he’s begging to go to the emergency room. I sigh. Not again. When it happens, it happens out of the blue and keeps him down for […]
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. […]
when you’re bare but not barren
I’m nestled under white down beneath slanted ceiling. I got the message on my phone. We’re under a wind advisory. I hear branches batter the roof and wonder if I should turn on the weather radio. My husband sleeps sound, snores soft. I’m in charge of safety. I slip on slippers and robe and tiptoe […]
five minute friday: cherish
Cherish. He tells me its his favorite song. I’m looking back through the window of time. It’s our first date. We’re on our way to the Waterfall in Ann Arbor after the Philadelphia Orchestra’s concert. The tables are full, so we sit with another couple that we don’t know. When D tells them he […]
scripture sunday: call this life
Grace, because God is putting everything together again through the Messiah, invites us into life—a life that goes on and on and on, world without end. ~Romans 5:21 (MSG) In the stillness, Sandy Linking up with Laura today who’s hosting the awesome Sunday Community while Deidra enjoys some family time. And have you checked out […]
Still Grappling with Grief
One year ago yesterday, my mother died. I’m angry. And sad. And grateful. I’m remembering, second-guessing every decision. Immediately after her fall and diagnosis of a brain tumor, she spent several weeks in a local nursing home. She was not safe for surgery at that point. After the biopsy, she transferred to rehab where […]
When You’re Rooted in Grief
“I don’t know why I’m so exhausted,” I text. “The weather,” she responds. I toss and turn and dream and wake up and doze and wake up. Energy wanes. We’ve eaten out more than in. I wonder–could the root be grief? Is that what’s gripped me in the gray of these cold days? Did […]
