All of you is more than enough for all of me.
Some evenings I sit with the hubby on the couch knitting needles quietly moving as we watch television. Four rows repeat over and over to create a loved one’s gift. Knit... purl... slip three stitches... I come to a stopping point and hold the scarf up to admire my work when I notice something’s off.… Continue reading Unraveling…
The youngest and his cousin climb high on the wiggly ladder and change light bulbs. I wipe away dust for the hundredth time. We vacuum and mop gritty floors where the worker’s feet have walked. A two week project to transform the shop is coming to a close and I put things in their final… Continue reading A Messy Heart
The lyrics of a song sung in worship drift over and over in my mind. I'll make my heart Your Bethlehem Where You O Lord can enter in Shine Your light Let Your life in me begin And make my heart your Bethlehem. This is my call to Advent. What does it look like? What… Continue reading Your Bethlehem…
As the conversation about faith and parenting comes to a close my sweet friend says, “On my best day, I’m a mediocre parent.” A matter of fact statement said with love and acceptance I can’t quite fathom. Mediocre. I loath the word. Because I’m the oldest child of two, driven from the time I can… Continue reading At my best, dare I say it… I’m mediocre.
No content comes into our lives free-floating: it is always embedded in a form of some kind.—Eugene Peterson I ponder Peterson’s words and wonder are they true. Leaning in to see if anything I’ve learned exists without experience tied to it in some way. I’m pretty sure he’s right. I thumb through the “first ever”… Continue reading Shall We Dance…
She slips her hands into the pockets with a grin. “I wish I could wear it around for a while. I love it!” In a flash, I’m transported back. ... to the moment I thought the same thing about my own dress. ... to the time she was three, and the dress test included a twirl… Continue reading This Side of the Dress
Texas heat cannot be understood through words or description. For full effect it must be experienced. If you’ve ever lived here, you know where I’m coming from. If you haven’t, there are not enough synonyms for the hellish hot of a Texas heat wave in August. Imagine my dismay when I walked into the house,… Continue reading What I learned when the air conditioning died…
