The rain falls softly, dribbles of drops battering the downspouts as a sort of back-rhythm to the melancholy of damp dusk. In the distance I hear the lonely whistle of a train and I wonder where he is. My son. He graced us with his first visit this weekend, driving two hours to spend the … More When You Can’t See the Ending.
It’s been a dream of mine for while, now, to get away to somewhere remote and just write. No noises. No distractions. Just for a couple of days. Because of the sweet generosity of my husband, who gifted me this very thing last Christmas, my bags are packed as I type. As soon as I … More Retreating
I met her at a conference a few years ago. She was a tiny powerhouse of a woman, bubbling over with joy and the love of Christ. Just being in the same room with her made me feel more calm and made me wish I had what she had. Intimacy. The atmosphere of the room … More Intimacy with Jesus
I took a short drive this morning. The speed limit is 23 here in our neighborhood. Not one mile higher. The teenagers find it binding, I find it delightful. I love being forced to slow. Rounding the wide curve, with the pasture to my right, I spotted a neighbor. Woolen hat pulled low to his … More Of Autumn and Rest
It did this mama’s heart so good. All seven of us, together in the same room as Daddy lit the first hearthfire of the season and we marked it with a feast, a liturgy and laughter. Chicken pot pie was the main dish, an easy dinner that brought everyone to the kitchen. Green beans were … More Hearthfire and Frost: Finding Joy in the Gifts of Autumn