We sit across from another couple in the brightly lit cafe, cups of coffee and tea warming our hands. We have flown back from a quick visit to Washington and I'm a jumble of emotions. A job has been offered and we are praying over it...and I make a small comment about how much I … Continue reading In the Sojourning
December dawns with ice thick on the trees and my breath freezing on the scarf around my neck as I walk the trail out behind the house. I don't know how many footsteps I've taken over the past 4 months, walking the field behind us, but I still can't get my fill of the horizon … Continue reading Hope
There has been much waiting in this season, and as I recite my verses, I tend to linger on verse 19, "I am a sojourner on the earth..." Yes. This week found me leaning into the beginning of this week's verses, "My soul clings to the dust..." Again, yes. When everything feels uncertain, when you … Continue reading Memory Monday on a Wednesday…with Matthew Henry
Her quiet voice was filled with a panic as she called down from the top of the stairs. I think it was the urgency that interrupted my sleep, more than the intrusion of words. "He's screaming, Mama...he woke up screaming and I don't know what's wrong." I rushed to the side of his bed; his … Continue reading Memory Monday: The Beginning
Lyla snuggles the puppy in her arms as I drive down Summitview. Zee is asleep in the back seat. Two hours in the sun and a May Day bouquet and there is just one more errand before we rush home. I choose a small, navy notebook - one that will stay with me for the … Continue reading Memory Monday…on a Wednesday
It's not unfamiliar, I think - that fraught feeling of failure, the sinking stench of shame. Surely I'm not the only one who has felt it, deep in my bones. It springs up at the oddest times, the quietest moments...that second when the happiest of laughs spills out of a mouth opened wide. It catches … Continue reading When Darkness Seems to Hide His Face…
She came to the door about 6 months ago,her hair coiffed and graying. She knew the family that had built this old house and her husband had hung a light fixture long gone in the entrance way near the stairs.I just wanted to see the old house, she said, and I was wondering if the fireplace … Continue reading The Pastor’s Pew.