Just. It’s a word that has its place. For example: I just had a salad for dinner, so I’m still hungry. It suggests only, or small, or weak. It suggests lacking. And so I’m finding myself a little confused as to why it has been… Read More
But godliness with contentment is great gain. For we brought nothing into the world, we can take nothing out of it. But if we have food and clothing, we will be content with that. 1 Timothy 6:6-8 They are rewards for sitting through a haircut,… Read More
It has been coming at me from all angles. This concept of bodies, how we are souls poured into vessels. How we are mysteries wrapped in flesh. How we are rulers of our weight, our muscle tone, our ability to clock a ten minute mile.… Read More
I’m on my knees and I am having a moment. It’s a quiet, weight of the hurt of the world easing down to my shoulders, falling to the ground, sort of moment. It’s a screaming out at the ocean and not hearing a response moment.… Read More
Somewhere, I dropped the ball. At the crucial moment when it curved through the summer air and made its descent toward my waiting hands, I must have blinked or sneezed or let my gaze be caught by something shiny in the corner, because it dropped.… Read More
I was at the chiropractor last night for a complimentary new patient assessment. I stood on the scales and stared straight ahead at a mirror lined with black tape, showing the best possible symmetry for our bodies. The scales beneath my feet showed a nearly… Read More
I didn’t mean to. This is the refrain of my children. Lila, in particular, apparently loses control of her body multiple times a day, piling up a stack of offenses against her brothers – none of which she ever means to commit. Pulled Alex’s hair?… Read More
We drove, yesterday, off the path that our GPS had chosen. Our hunt for a restaurant to eat lunch lead us down small streets, lined with houses. My children peeked through the windows and announced oddities – lawn ornaments, wishing wells, an ice cream truck parked… Read More
It was a simple comment, a heartbreaking one. A friend was passing on a prayer request for her friend, who lost her husband suddenly to a heart attack. She ended her note with the comment that the whole situation, makes me realize how blessed I… Read More
I remember wooden church pews, wrapping my arm around my mother’s arm and watching her hands as they rested on her lap or turned through the delicate pages of her Bible. I remember holding mine up beside hers and studying the two: large and small,… Read More
The Frozen Moon 