All of you is more than enough for all of me.
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…
Nobody's mind is powerful enough to grasp who God is, we can only experience him through love.—The Cloud of Unknowing Books are funny things. Sometimes I buy one and it sits lonely on the shelf, waiting for me to begin the journey. Once in a while an author impacts the way I live, and inspires… Continue reading Love Experienced
When I told her I went from holding the tiny humming bird a few weeks ago to holding a snake today, she told me I needed meds. I laughed at my lifelong friend's words, "Your farming thing is getting out of hand!" It began in the chicken coop when I glanced down and saw an… Continue reading Holding Fear
He measures us and makes his divinity fit our souls, and our souls are able to take the measure of him because he created us in his image and made us worthy. The Cloud of Unknowing: A New Translation The writer's words continue to float… Continue reading Framing the Infinite
She sent the picture and I sigh, "I remember when he was the little one." I smile when I think of his first word. Not mama or dada but "BALL!" I can still smell his play outside all day self and see him launch the golf ball into the pasture for the dog to retrieve.… Continue reading Unlikely Pair
