Gaining a heart of wisdom
For the reader who writes (or for the writer who reads), certain authors are a gold mine. With a bracing vocabulary, a precision of thought, and a way with a sentence that manages to be both wise and witty, David Bentley Hart has a perspective on the world that requires a careful reading -- that… Continue reading Wicked Splendid
Remember the last time you were in a conversation with someone who really seemed to be listening? They asked all the right questions, and they seemed, honestly and truly, to want to hear your story. They nodded and looked you right in the eye, smiled with encouragement, laughed in all the right places. And it's… Continue reading Always a Surprise
“These bean plants are a mess,” I muttered. “But, wow . . . lots of beans.” Our eleven rows of Providers (that’s the variety of green bean we always plant) had lived up to their name, but after four pickings, the plants looked tired, ransacked, plundered. They looked like us. I smile when I say… Continue reading Parenting Past the Mid-Point: More Thoughts from the Garden
The epigraph for Psalm 142 reads: “A contemplation of David. A prayer when he was in the cave.” How wonderful that David knew God could hear him from his gloomy hiding place. These thoughts, shared today, were written during the summer of 2014, at the beginning of my mum’s precipitous decline, and from my season… Continue reading A Prayer from the Cave
For me, Round One was not such that I would have predicted a mushy Father’s Day blog post in my future. (Who would have ever predicted blogs, anyway?) My experience with this Hallmark holiday was aptly described by author, Leslie Leyland Fields: “Some will turn away from thirty minutes at the card rack empty-handed and sad.” Then,… Continue reading Father’s Day {Redeemed}
For ten lovely years we were six. I loved being six. In fact, I loved it so much that my email address incorporates our last name and the number six. However, numbers change as children grow up and take flight. After our oldest son married, we were mostly five, but sometimes seven; and when son… Continue reading Living Fully with a Broken Heart
If it is true that, as we age, we become even more of whatever we have been all our lives, then Luci Shaw is becoming more and more difficult to "shelve." A poet and essayist well into her eighties, she continues to tackle topics ranging from quantum mechanics and the incarnation to the haecceity** of… Continue reading Partners in Revelation: Bringing Beauty into View
In a couple of months, I'll be celebrating two years of blogging. When my pastor first invited me to be a guest writer for the church's blog, I could barely breathe whenever I clicked on that "publish" button -- and that really hasn't changed too much. What has changed, however, is my understanding of bold… Continue reading Four Faith-Forward Lessons from the Life of Moses
Unbelieving, I held the phone to my ear. Joanne? Sick? We had always talked by phone every few weeks, but wait . . . how long had it been? And now a call from her husband with tears in his voice. I could feel the conversation moving in a direction that I could not absorb:… Continue reading Sisterhood is Eternal
In this election year, I've heard it said that foreign policy doesn't fit on a bumper sticker. True enough, and I would go on to say that theology doesn't either, but that doesn't stop us from trying to put it there. One bumper sticker that's been around for decades reads: "Prayer Changes Things." You've… Continue reading Where Faith and History Intersect
Living Our Days 