A few months ago I read Andrew Peterson’s book, Adorning the Dark. In this incredible work, Andrew describes the labor and intentionality of creativity and community. He describes his family’s decision to leave the city and move out to the country, putting down deep roots. He encourages the reader to be purposeful in settling down … More Give your house a name.
Let’s not waste this season. Let’s learn what God is teaching us through this massive slow-down. … More The Virus Before the Virus
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.
I took my dog for a walk this morning, noting the silver slug trails scribbled across the sidewalk. The light of dawn made them shimmer and become almost beautiful. For the first time in several weeks, I felt inspired to sit down and write. The flowers in the South are in full bloom, knockout roses … More Endings and beginnings.
It’s an intense season. I’ve been immersed in all things “end of school” and barely have time to￼￼￼￼￼￼￼￼￼ breathe, much less write. My firstborn graduates from high school in less than two weeks, which does not seem possible since he just started Kindergarten five minutes ago. But, alas, it’s true and we are about to … More Stopping to Smell the Roses
Every year, as December draws to a close, I ask God to give me a word for the coming year. It’s a little leap of faith, an exercise in expectation as I press in to hear His voice and fight to suppress my own. I look for it everywhere, in songs, books and conversations. I … More The Word for 2019
Boy, is this ever a big topic. So many books and blogs claim to have the answer but, when all is said and done, we still end up empty and searching. Advice ranges from getting a manicure to “washing your face.” (Yeah, I went there.) I, I, I, me, me, me…we fight for peace and … More How to be True to Yourself
August came gently, with cooler evenings and mornings to balance the hot afternoons. My longing for Autumn began to grow into an ache as a few leaves turned bright red in the tops of young trees in our yard. Vibrant and teasing of what is to come. (And unusually early!) The busy of the school … More The Silver Mist
Stars above shine bright, distant clouds flicker from within, illuminated by light The power of God on display in skies alive with electric joy, celebrating the end of day Crickets sing in harmony, waves of praise to the Ancient of Days and the lightning beckons me Look up, oh daughter, and see your King’s flashing … More Evening Wonder-A Poem
I wish I could have gotten a photo without scaring them off. The cardinal pair: Her, pecking quietly at the seeds spilling from the bright yellow feeder. Him, standing guard from a slender branch just across the narrow strip of grass usually dominated by our German Shepherd. The wind blew and the branch shivered, but … More Standing Guard