I drive my boys nuts telling them stories they’ve heard and heard – and I thought, well, I want to tell this story again. My new daughter-in-law says it’s a family trait, one she’s getting used to. I can’t wait until one day, she becomes a storyteller, too. Today, I want somebody to hear this story again – because it … 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 →
“I was given the gift of a handicap to keep me in constant touch with my limitations. Satan’s angel did his best to get me down; what he in fact did was push me to my knees” ~ 2 Corinthians 12: 9 The Message After walking through A Great Challenge, in the middle of an everyday ordinary moment, when rinsing … Continue reading →
Father’s Day is bittersweet for me. I rejoice that my son’s have the father I never did – and I realize more keenly what I missed and wonder what I would have been like had I a father like they have. This post is for all the fatherless daughters, whether because their fathers were physically absent or emotionally absent, this … Continue reading →
(Today just felt like retelling a story that brings joy to my heart. I’m still here – I’m just in a quiet season right now, where the words are few. It’s like I’m steeping in something new. I can’t put words to it, but I know at the right time, He will give me the words.) The little years seem … Continue reading →
Saturday, I jumped in my canoe and paddled to my garden for dill. The day before, during a lull in the rain, I’d spotted my youngest one, sitting on the raised garden edges, slipping his hand into the tomatoes, chard and peppers to pinch off a few leaves of chocolate-mint and stuff it between his cheek and gum. On Saturday’s … Continue reading →
Jacob, he followed the guileful advice of someone he trusted. He knew better but having practiced his own kind of trickery Further goading into unscrupulous actions did not require much stretch And so he deceived, betrayed, cheated those he belonged to In the family circle When the seeds of his actions grew too tall He ran Again on the advice … Continue reading →
