All of you is more than enough for all of me.
It’s the second Sunday of Advent as I sit quietly waiting for the sun to slowly bring light to morning darkness. I think of him. The oldest son in Arkansas standing somewhere in the wet timber waiting. I remember one Thanksgiving when the kids were playing football in the yard. My cousin’s youngest came… Continue reading Advent’s waiting…
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…
