Parched and weary, but well-worn
O God, you are my God; I earnestly search for you. My soul thirsts for you; my whole body longs for you in this parched and weary land where there is no water. ~ Psalm 63:1 Somehow I find it comforting that this cracked trench has been made so by the many who have trod this […]
Kids are amazing
Kylie is 11 and likes “My Little Ponies.” She tells me their names and describes who they are and what they like to do. She’s trying to decide which one to buy when they go to the mall today, so she rattles off their names: Twilight, Fluttershy, Applejack, Rainbow, Rarity and Pinkie. She has narrowed […]
Guardrails for the Christian Life
Early on, the life of faith looks beautiful in the distance, but very confining up close. So many rules. So many prohibitions. So many boundaries. But the guardrails prevent us from experiencing the consequences of the natural laws during our early learning. But our persistence pays off. Maturity is unconcerned with guardrails, only the beauty […]
Burqa Baby
The woman sitting near me is a mother. I know because she is carrying a child with beautiful dark eyes. The eyes are all I can see. Tiny hands wrap around mother’s waist. Tiny toes spread as far as they can, brushing against each other in their suspension. This gaze somehow haunts me. Burqa baby’s […]
A Reflection so perfect, it fools us
Is it an optical illusion? I look at the branch as it curls upward, or does it curl downward? Wait, that is its reflection. The bent and twisted branch arches and bends, its sprouts excursioning just a bit and one just like it follows suit, its mirror image. Still water does this. It makes a […]
The Lake and I played today
The Lake and I played today. We played peek-a-boo. We played hide and seek. We played with crayons, mostly orange. We played red light, green light. We played follow the leader. Which started me singing. Step by step, you lead me. I will follow you all of my days. So touched, was I […]
“Before you know…
Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside, you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing… Then it is only kindness that makes sense anymore, only kindness that ties your shoes and sends you out into the day to mail letters and purchase bread… ~ Naomi Nye
The Lost Art of Touch
I woke to the sound of whimpering turned to whining and then a generalized commotion. Silver, my decrepit and dementia -laden husky, had wandered in the wee hours and found himself trapped behind a chair. He was flailing, unsuccessfully, to free himself. Upon seeing his predicament, I turned on the light, so he could see I […]
Beattitude addendum
Blessed is the moment when we stop asking “what does it mean?” and start doing what it says.
When I gave up…
When I gave up looking for what I wanted I found exactly what I needed.