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At the end of the road near our church is a county sign announcing the imminent construction of two more cell towers to accompany those already standing there in the woods. As I drove home after church I thought, “Why do we need four cell phone towers? There must be a lot of communicating going…
Lovely Lydia dipped cloth in indigo dye, dressing royalty in the Kingly color of the day. I am wrapped today in color of another hue~ scarlet red~ covering me in impossibly laundered linens purchased by the Savior King who died descending into darkness, bursting forth in a blaze of Color That is Not– Purest White.
We were made for Eden dwellers with God in his greenglory and goodness among the vining wonder and fragrant trees. We came from dirt creation, witness to his filling of this face of the earth with his endless imagination named “witch hazel” “flowering quince” “red currant” “sweetbox.” He charged us as caretakers of His Garden, resident…
Our dining room is topsy turvy. Kitchen chairs and barstools are hidden and stashed in a closet in the bedroom. There’s no room for but four people at our dining table. The living room bookshelves now attend the table, stacked on their sides and emptied, banana boxes stuffed with the contents. Pieces of furniture…
These are my thoughts about an honorary member of my birth family, my just-like-a-sister Sandy. Forty years ago this week she dared me into going to church–Calvary Chapel in Costa Mesa, California. It was the height of the ‘Jesus Movement’ of the 70’s and Sandy had been hounding me to go and give my life to…
Several weeks ago I made a foolish, self-centered comment on someone’s blog and clicked back a few days later to see if there was a response. When I re-read what I wrote, I sighed at my words and simply hit ‘Delete’. I felt SO relieved. Then I wrote this: Thank God for the “Delete” button…
Dust hovers unsettled in sunlight, threatening to land on patterned grains of tables at rest. I observe the suspension of noise, remember the activity: buzzing, rising, howling, softening. The children are gone. It is time to put things in order. Restack the books, ensconce the trinkets to their pride of place, lay out the careful…
We have a mandate to leave no child behind, Yet we are educating children not left behind, But left to die, escaping with their families and their lives, The clothes on their backs and a lifetime of images they want to forget. So we attempt to educate them– ‘educate’from the Latin-‘to lead out’ Lead…
I first met (via words, of course) Professor Karen Swallow Prior through her coming of age book of essays, titled simply Booked (T.S. Poetry Press, 2012) . I related to so much of what she said about the way literature shaped her life growing up and eventually the way books led her to God. I…
(And I don’t mean exercise. Well, maybe…) Each year that I’ve been keeping a journal and spending time with God I’ve heard him speak a theme into my life. Last year that word/theme was ‘Dwell.’ All throughout my quiet time and my reading the word came up in some form or another–WAIT, REST, BE STILL,…