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not mine; from the Seattle P-I….Golden Gardens Yeah, I said that. I found this out in a most humbling way. The other night my husband and I were finally catching up with the conclusion of The Bible TV series–the Easter episode–Jesus’ trial, crucifixion and resurrection. I was exclaiming throughout the program at the atrociousness of…
I am still basking in the afterglow of a rich and rewarding five days at the Festival of Faith and Writing at Calvin College in Michigan. (Thank you, Grand Rapids, snow and all.) I am exhausted and beyond tired. My brain is packed, my spirit is full to overflowing and my body has been existing…
“I don’t have time for that.” “I don’t have enough time.” “I’m out of time.” “This is not a good time for me.” Oh–anyone else use statements like that? For the last few months I’ve had a default conversational setting, “You think you’re swamped? Well, top this.” The holiday season adds to the intensity…time is…
The early morning light is unrolling across the sky. Birds make their announcements in the treetops and I stand on my deck, cup of coffee in hand to take it in. My Lover is here. My Jesus, speaking to me through the birdsong and new sky day. The night before was full of restless thoughts…
I bend to be formed, not torn or broken but tempered by heat, a fire so hot the white is all You see of me. I said change and grow and I’m bent so low this shape of me is melting brass forged by tools so strong I fear the breaking. But I’m bound to…
July 14th is Bastille Day, the French National Day commemorating the beginning of the French Revolution in 1789. (I believe the folks mark the occasion with fireworks.) One hundred eighty four years later, in l973, my husband and I were married. There are still a few fireworks. That was forty-two years ago; by God’s grace…