“So, whether you eat or drink, or whatever you do, do all to the glory of God” ` 1 Corinthians 10:31 In January, after my surgery, my hands weren’t busy much, except for turning book pages, knitting, and photographing birds outside my window. Six weeks later, much to my household’s joy, my hands could lift a gallon of milk, fold … Continue reading →
I remember my mom fail moments – they’re seared on my heart. My boys remember them, too – at least some of them. . . and they sometimes tease me about them, sometimes it’s just a remembering and it doesn’t feel like teasing. It feels like letting down. I remember apologizing for many. . . because I think it’s important … Continue reading →
Saturday afternoon found me between crumbling up hamburger with a potato masher for Sunday and Monday chimichangas, simmering chicken breasts for Tuesday and Wednesday enchiladas, and harvesting the blue hydrangea and green limelight blossoms to just save the beauty of them for the winter coming. The limelights leaned over the sidewalk to the front door. If they wanted saving, I … Continue reading →
I’ve been thinking about that lamb – you know – the one that left the 99, the one out of 100 who didn’t want to be with the shepherd or any members of his flock. “What man of you, having a hundred sheep, if he has lost one of them, does not leave the ninety-nine in the open country, and go after the … Continue reading →
Letter to Someone I Love on the Event of Starting a New Job! “I always experience Fight or Flight syndrome at the beginning of new things, new people, new ways. I feel overwhelmed by what I don’t know, overwhelming fear of disappointing. . . of not being good enough. . .but then I think about how in two-months time, the … Continue reading →
It’s Monday. . . again. . . a Sleepy Monday, an I’d-Rather-Stay-In-Bed Monday, a Who-Stole-My-Get-Up-and-Go Monday, a How-Can-I-Get-It-All-Done-Today Monday. . . . I find myself surprised I feel this way – and then have to smile, share a small laugh with God. . . because He’s not surprised! My husband doesn’t make me coffee in the morning. . . His … Continue reading →
I love things in groups of five – acorns, sons, birds. It’s like God affirming All is Well. . . even if things don’t look or feel well. Five ibis’s were a sweet God message that He knows what my heart struggles with, reminding me to just let him keep holding what I’ve given him – “All is Well. Hands … Continue reading →
God’s gracious dealingsall the things He’s done. . . that need praising. . .the generous bounties of GodHis great goodnesscompassion lavishedlove extravagant Thank you Father for little hands holding minefor shell searches and conversations about wise old elvesand how wise young elves becomewise old elves for great-grandmothers getting a new name, Ma-Mawand babies sleeping on my shoulder as if it’s … Continue reading →
Most any day you come into my house, the kitchen table and counter are a jumbled mess of books, empty chocolate milk glasses, keys, glasses and wallets. Someone might have left the ketchup out. Why the barber-grade Cremo for texture, high hold and low shine must sit on the counter, I just don’t understand and cannot resolve. The reasoning – … Continue reading →
Worry isn’t love. Worry is a deceiver, a con-artist, a flim-flam man who steals from people by tricking them – stealing their peace, their faith, their hope – stealing everything God has for them. Worry tricks his victims into always waiting for the other shoe to drop; Worry survives by living off your fear, my fear, leaves its willing victims … Continue reading →
