She threw the rock in a meltdown moment. The lantern exploded into a bazillion grains of shimmered sand. He makes all things beautiful. I brushed the shards into my palm, squeezed until I bled. Then I sat down to write. Word Count: 40 Today’s Reading: 2 Corinthians 1 – 13 NOTE: “We need […]
40 Words of Lent 2014: Day 10 (Five Minute Friday)
Some days when I’m alone, the voices are too loud, and the crowd pushes and jostles and steps on my feet, and so it’s good to go off to a solitary place where the commotion is crowded out by God. Word Count: 40 Today’s Reading: Luke 1-4 In the stillness, Sandy Linking also with […]
small and scared
Wesley’s been walking wounded. We’ve pawed over his left front paw and leg and just can’t figure out why he’s limping for the last week and a half. So today I drag him through the door of the examining room, and while we wait he lifts his feet to my lap and shakes so hard […]
when you don’t have the gift of garden
It’s a good thing I don’t NEED a garden. Because I don’t have the gift of garden. Sometimes I try to keep a garden because I love the results, and sometimes I even reap a small harvest, but I don’t really enjoy being the keeper of a garden. My grandfather, he kept a huge garden, […]
five minute friday: and so I write…
You’ll have to read the first part of Seth Godin’s post to get how Goldie Hawn fits into this quote. Unpredictable isn’t precisely the same as random. We can certainly make dumb choices, we can suffer from being unprepared, we can be the victim of bad judgment too. The essential thing to remember, though, is that every […]
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 […]
it is the truth
Grace ran straight into the darkness the other night. She defied her fear of a possum “attack” or the roving coyote or a child snatcher. She could not face the truth of some disobedience, so she ran from it. Ran straight down the road to my house. “Nama,” she texts. “Wake up! I’m sneaking […]
worship is
To sink down. To be depressed. That’s one way the BLB describes worship. Men and women prostrate on their faces when the holy presses in. Worship is God’s thumb on the heart. Deflating self. Elevating spirit. Worship is breathless in the face of breath. In all the wild and wonder. In all the chaos and confusion. […]
i just want summer to last
I’m sitting in a black wrought iron chair on the patio, munching a cream-cheesed cinnamon-raisin bagel. I hadn’t meant to eat a bagel. I’d meant to opt for something more healthy–like scrambled egg whites tossed with spinach and tomatoes and onions. But I’m housebreaking a new puppy, and it’s a grab-and-go day. (We swore there’d […]
big and small things
We’re packed up and on our way when he tells me about it. And it’s big. Life-changing big. Take-your-breath-away big. But this time I stay small and silent. And I listen. Do you know we use the same letters to build the words “silent” and “listen?” And it is this, this big thing, that […]
