The truth is, we need more often to pay attention. And “pay” is the right word. Time and awareness, concentration and penetration are the price, the cost of seeing with both outer and inner eyes. The details are there for us to notice and appreciate. To ignore them or view them as trivial is to […]
more lessons from basketball camp
She was a rising third grader back then when she signed up for her first basketball camp at school. Back when she considered giving up. Now Grace is a rising sixth grader with three years of practice and games under her belt. She’s signed up for a week of McCracken camp. And she’s fired up. She tells the […]
still saturday: a buffer zone of silence
When you approach Me in stillness and in trust, you are strengthened. You need a buffer zone of silence around you in order to focus on things that are unseen. Since I am invisible, you must not let your senses dominate your thinking. The curse of this age is overstimulation of the senses, which blocks out […]
of batteries and bluebirds
I glance out the window and gasp. “Grace, come quick! Run! Hurry!” When her lead foot lands on vinyl, I hiss at her. “Shhhh! Stop! Slow down! “G-ma’s lost it now.” I’m sure that’s what she’s thinking as the other foot freezes midair. She tiptoes to my side. Catch the rest over at at BibleDude.net […]
Still Saturday: Take Off Your Shoes
Earth’s crammed with heaven, and every common bush afire with God. But only he who sees takes off his shoes. ~Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Crossing the Bridge
Mom’s illness caused her fall and ultimately her death. Her younger sister passed on before. I don’t know when. I don’t know why. Theirs was a shattered relationship. Sometime after Aunt Lucy died, my cousin sought to reconnect with my parents. That’s how it is sometimes, I think. When we lose, we ache to […]
31 Days of Coming to Grips with My Age – Day 24: Counting
A new day stretches, and the sky wraps me soft like a baby blanket. The air breathes damp and gentle against my face, sighs into my hair. The cracked concrete of the driveway apron is still wet from the rain, and my children’s small handprints are barely visible in the eroding. Yet Lake Abby spreads dry […]
31 Days of Coming to Grips with My Age ~ Day 19: Look! Behold!
Look! Behold! Drop your jaw in amazement. See the flower wave from the clay cracks of your despair. See grace splashed in the garbage of your day, a fragrance rising. He is here in the dust of every musty moment, in the dirty dishwater, in the mildewed tiles and cobwebbed corners. He is here […]
31 Days on Coming to Grips with My Age ~ Day 16: Sip by Sip
To steep ourselves in every moment. This is how we should live, no matter our age. Types of Tea and Their Health Benefits Tea should be taken in solitude. ~attributed to C.S. Lewis Do you drink tea? Alone or with company? What’s your favorite kind? Why?
When Wonder’s Wedged
Some days are way weary. This is one of them. Its wonder’s wedged in the dusty gap between the cupboard and the fridge. And stuck in pancake syrup still puddled in the morning’s plates. Tupperware towers topple on the work tables, containers that once held unrecognizable food rescued from the depths of the ancient gargantuan […]
