When we were kids, my brothers and I, loved to climb all day. We climbed anything that would hold us and even some things that didn’t…My dad referred to us as monkeys our whole lives until we were grown and the name changed to ‘Apes’. The climbing was in us. I remember when we were …
Category Archives: Beginnings
Waves
All around us is a raging tempest; a current of unrest; a climate of disrepair; a culture of selfishness and idolatry. Yet, in all of us, is a shining thread of Your glory, Lord! Evidence of Your love abounds. Woven into the very fiber of our flesh is awareness of You, my Lord. So, as …
Reined In
When I was little, I was obsessed with horses. I played ‘horses’ with any friend or brother who would get on board. We made reins out of rope or ribbon or belts, or whatever we could find. When I was fortunate enough to own the coveted Breyer horses, I would create elaborate stables and fields …
Pressing Forward
Writing was brought up this morning in my Sunday School class. Right before our class started, we were chatting. A woman read a beautiful excerpt from the writing of C. S. Lewis that was profound. She mentioned that she wished she could write like that and loved to write poetry. She shared that at one …
Keeping it Real Here
We have all heard that phrase, “Keeping it real here” uttered or declared in the everyday messiness of living. Often it is attached to a photo of something that doesn’t represent our own expectations of what is lovely or organized or even perfect. When I hear this spoken, I feel a great sense of relief …
I Had a Brother
The sting has subsided; the disappointment of loss, the sorting of feelings. It’s been two years since my brother left his earth bonds. That doesn’t mean I have forgotten the pain; the memories; the years. They are there, buried in the recesses of my heart and mind. It would seem that there wasn’t much to …
Awe
I had a moment today, that took my breath away… Not in the usual way. I had to travel an hour to take my car to its dealer for service. I was a little moany about the early morning drive and having to leave my garden for another cool morning. Realizing I had to get …
Brooks Brothers
The story begs to be told. Tragic. Tender. Unbelievable. Two boys. The story as I understand it comes through the lips of a cloudy mind. After years of secrets and trauma it spills forth. It is spoken with sorrow and regret. And yet, the story, is of a divine design and speaks of a tender …
Sabbatical
I am, in my imaginings, certain that others, who hold the pen, take a break with a great deal more flourish and grace than I ever could. They certainly announce their breaks or give substitute reading from peers who are currently exercising their writing. I have never been that graceful. I usually just abruptly get …
Clothed in Freedom
December thirty-first, last year, I was sitting in a puddle of tears having just walked through the death of my father-in-law with my husband and his siblings. The last couple of years have been difficult with the losses of my brother, my mother, my uncle, several friends and now my FIL. the hard and the …