As I write, the spring sun chasing snow from the shadows of our yard. We’re tending four, adolescent chickens in our basement until it is warm enough to send them outside. Fellow bee club members are offering a crash-course in swarm-catching as my beloved beehive succumbed to a mite infestation last week. I’m devouring Christie […]
It’s been a long time since I sat down to write. That’s probably telling; a reminder that I need some quiet time, and a reflection of the pace of the day- to-day. Sound familiar? For whatever reason, February is jam-packed for us, annually. As a practice, this is not something I try brag about—actually it’s
Metaphorically speaking, I’d like to classify myself as the cannon-ball type–The one who sprints to the edge of the dock, tucks, and hits in the water without hesitation (and on a hot summer day, I am). The truth is I wear three layers every day for about six months of the year. I am rarely
Ever Faithful One, bringer of Light. The week is beginning whether or not I am ready. As the days unfurl, I am asking for many things: Peace. Patience. Perspective. I believe that it is You upon whom the future rests. Would that my life and love model this trust– let this peace settle deep within me. When I am troubled
Silently, they peered from the south-facing front yard. I saw them peeking over cars. Reverent, beautiful, cold. Sisters, swinging wildly through the mid-winter air, late afternoon shadows, cast long and blue. Giggling, shrieking, oblivious to all but one another. Taking in the scene before them, I looked again– What are they seeing?
I am listening.I am watching.I am dizzy over the peace you describe.Wolves guests of the lamb? No harm or ruin on your holy mountain?A rescue for the poor?Lives saved?I am listening.I am watching.Strengthen me to hear your voice,that I might be animated by your Spirit. That when the words and work before me feel futile,
This morning, my daughter’s class was talking about the people in our community. They brainstormed a list of people they know in their communities, and the jobs they each perform. Firefighters and police officers topped the list. Beyond some of these more prominent, public figures, there was a lot of brainstorming. While some listed the professions
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A prayer of hope Gracious God, make me a seeker of far-off things,long-awaited things. Find me steadfastly following,even in the darkness clinging to wild hope for an encounter with you–unbelievable and brief as it might be. Should I receive such grace, I pray that you find me with heart out-poured,strengthened to continue on carrying in a new way
Gracious God, You know this heart–its impatience, imperfections and tenderness. You hear the cries of those who are without–whose circumstances won’t afford the luxury of joyful anticipation. In the midst of all of this, we celebrate joy! The truth that I have learned and re-learned–is that I see the most joy in those who have only you.
Holy ordinary Advent breezed in this weekend without the pomp and circumstance we might be inclined to give it, just as it does every year—with dimmed lights, flickering candles and space for quiet—everyday reminders to help carve out space for the holy in our ordinary. Even more fittingly, we celebrated the arrival of our Church’s’
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