(It’s been a big week – my birthday and our 40th Anniversary. It sure doesn’t feel like 40 years until I start stringing all the stories together. When my sons’ say their ages, it sounds like 40 years. When little people called grandchildren call me, “Muddy,” it sounds like 40 years. . . but the spirit-girl inside – she doesn’t … Continue reading →
(I’ve been in the garden this week – thinning, transplanting, planting anew. God met me there, in my garden, letting me take care of things that need planting right now, things that need extra care and attending to – and me, the plantings, we all have needed the refreshing waters, the resting before the growing. I’ve been reviewing my writing … Continue reading →
tent worms nestin apple tree leavesin limbs raisedreaching skywardas if to heavenleaves rustling in thestill quietgreen raiment devouredwithout a sound bagworms dangle fromfamily fur shrubs landscapeby porch steps, garage doorsunder windowsillsleeching nutrientsuntil pine needles devouredlimbs brownedthe high and low siphoned awaypeace, joy stripped how, some ask, in the devouringand leeching – how canGod be goodor true– to let us endurehard … Continue reading →
“And he took bread, and when he had given thanks, he broke it and gave it to them, saying, ‘This is my body, which is given for you. Do this in remembrance of me’” (Luke 22:19). A college speech instructor asked my son’s class to name three people who have influenced him. He listed Jesus, Peter and David. I would … Continue reading →
