A soul that walks on water leaves no footprints, but will make waves."
I still have a few more things to take care of. There are some grades to send in to their home-school umbrella. There are some books to give away, and some books to sell, and some boxes to clean out. There are some things to consider. Do I need to keep all these pencils? Do…
I hope that what we choose in this moment is more than staying home to protect others from a virus. I hope that we choose being present at home to protect ourselves from division and self-gratification.
Owen has been busy. He’s in theater, has a job, and likes to stay involved in church activities. He’s gone until 6:30 three nights a week with rehearsals, doesn’t get home until 8:30 from his shift on Friday nights and 9:30 on Saturday nights. The other two nights of the week are for church activities.…
This morning I asked Owen if he had made his lunch for school yet. He stumbled around an answer something like, “Last week in City Groups (a bi-monthly youth meeting with kids from church) they said maybe we should fast for lunch… maybe?” He was looking at me questioningly, and I was looking at him…
Childhood memories are some of the most precious things the mind holds. My adult years seem to blanket them little by little and they become harder to trace beneath the current chaos. In the year 2008, as I was amidst the busy of finalizing fall plans and beginning the downward slide of year end activities…
Roll down the hill Mary,Curl up your arms, and tuck your chin.Roll down the hill with the others.No one is racing, no one will win,Just roll down the hill and be free.
The demarcation line is distinct as I pull up what’s unwelcome in this flower bed. Almost every day I go outside and pull large portions of weeds. and toss them into a pile in the grass outside the stone boundary. It should not have gotten this bad, but it did.
We currently have two teenagers in the house. In a mere 14 months we will have three of these creatures and I absolutely love it. I’m also petrified, but I can get over that.
We were college kids, and we met, we learned, we worshiped, and we bonded in building B.
I was upset. I had told them to be careful, and yet they raced to the car with boyish abandon. One with a tray of chicken & cheese enchiladas, and one with a pie. Nothing had spilled, nothing had broken, nothing had come of their carelessness at all except what spilled from me.