Ready to Make Friends with Poetry? ⟶
It’s that time again–first Monday of the month–unedited, unscripted Sister Time for Soli Deo Gloria, whose tagline is “Inspiring women just to keep it real.” Here’s my 6 minutes’ worth of ‘real’, talking about what’s sitting in the pile of mail on my kitchen counter….precious words and precious music. Here’s the link in case…
One must gather a chair, a cushion, a small setting table field glasses, cup of tea, these grand books like quiet friends then sit. One must sit, knees crossed in cushioned chair anchored in the too tall grass, eyes to the hawthorn and bayberry, waving maple, water-sounding leaves on air. One must train the eye, not…
“That’s a deep subject,” I’d oft repeat, to chide the speaker for such a lame, one-word comment. Well, indeed. I’m in it at the bottom, Swimming in my own tears drowning in grief that I must haul up bucket by bucket. But the hauling is needful– the bucket-at-a time tending a necessary process. The grief…
Nothing is FINALThere is always a new day, a new chanceNoting is FATALYou won’t die; this experience won’t kill youNothing is FUTILEEven if you’ve blown it, you can learn from this; God uses it all. Bottom line: We have to believe what Jesus says about us instead of what we think of ourselves. ~~~~~~From my journal…
Smiling with Glenda at Panera When I began blogging a year ago last January I was not prepared for the kindness exchanged, the encouragement offered and the connection I would make with likeminded writers of faith. I found a remarkable thing this past week when I met one of my ‘imaginary’ (virtual) friends for a…
I’m in my son’s backyard with 3 of the Littles….2 ½, 4 ½ and 6. We are trying to beat the heat—-in a wading pool the size of well, you know, a wading pool. Twelve inches of water have been splashed down to eight, there is bubble wand residue floating in and among the grassy…