Giving Thanks in All Things

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I grew up in Southern California, the land of orange orchards and strawberry fields. I remember well the acres on the corner lot near our elementary school—the Aihara’s place—with row after row of strawberries. I remember two things about my elementary school friend Lynne Aihara—her remarkably beautiful handwriting and sifting rice. When I was invited…
I silently knock on the Kindergarten door, helper for the day in my Assistant Teacher role. I love Kindergarten. I did my student teaching there—sang a LOT of songs and played games and sat on the floor and learned words. Today is one of those days—a learning day—except I am the student. I teach in a very…
My friend Suzie’s ‘shed’ Auburn WA Found this verse and thought about my word for the year–Dwell–had to share. Smile. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “But Christ is faithful as the Son over God’s house. And we are his house, if indeed we hold firmly to our confidence and the hope in which we glory.” Hebrews 3:6 NIV
Pears thunk and plop on barren, yellow grass alone, uncarried. The tree bore fruit but there is no one to eat thereof. (is it still a tree?) Upraised branches, so much verdant waterspray towards the sky, still and soft against the blue– but no one to see. (is it still a tree?) Oaken limbs, worn…
“The heart has its own time. How incredibly fleet are the happy hours, and how leaden slow the sad ones. The clock cannot hurry the sorrowful minutes a jot, nor clip the wings of the joyous ones!” Gladys Taber, Stillmeadow Seasons When I was twelve years old I ran away. Well, not literally; I just…
I move gingerly down the front steps as the gray day is waning. A glance at my watch shows 10 of 5. “Thank you, God,” I mutter, “there’s still enough daylight outside for a walk.” Soon it will be dark. It’s already dark on the other coast in New Jersey/New York, literally and figuratively….