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January 18, 2018
Thursday, January 18, 2018
We live by revelation, as Christians, as artists, which means we must be careful never to get set into rigid molds. The minute we begin to think we know all the answers, we forget the questions, and we become smug like the Pharisee who listed all his considerable virtues, and thanked God that he was
January 6, 2018
Saturday, January 6, 2017
Books are the quietest and most constant of friends; they are the most accessible and wisest of counselors, and the most patient of teachers. Charles William Eliot Even before the calendar turned to a bright and shiny-with-possibility new year, the lists started coming: the best books of 2017 and must-reads for 2018. I’ve never been
January 5, 2018
Friday, January 5, 2017
One Book is enough, but a thousand books is not too many! Martin Luther A late-night knocking at the door—late for us, at least—jolts us awake: me screaming, Maya barking, and Gerry calmly pulling on a pair of jeans to answer it. Wide awake when the commotion settles down and unable to fall back asleep,
January 4, 2018
Thursday, January 4, 2017
Has this world been so kind to you that you should leave with regret? There are better things ahead than any we leave behind. C.S. Lewis We see something on the drive down that we have never seen before: a vertical rainbow. It follows us for a time, then forms into a ball,of rainbow and
January 3, 2018
Wednesday, January 3, 2017
It matters not how a man dies, but how he lives. The act of dying is not of importance, it lasts so short a time. James Boswell, The Life of Samuel Johnson Mo mother-in-love is in her last days—perhaps her final hours or minutes as I write this. We journey today and pray her home
January 2, 2018
Tuesday, January 2, 2018
What was wonderful about childhood is that anything in it was a wonder. It was not merely a world full of miracles; it was a miraculous world. G.K. Chesterton Last night I looked out the window into our back yard that’s buried in pristine snow, as yet unmarried by deer tracks, and saw magic in
January 1, 2018
Monday, January 1, 2018
And now let us believe in a long year that is given to us, new, untouched, full of things that have never been, full of work that has never been done, full of tasks, claims, and demands; and let us see that we learn to take it without letting fall too much of what it
December 31, 2017
Sunday, December 31, 2017
Hope smiles from the threshold of the year to come. Alfred Lord Tennyson It’s the final day of 2017 and, while New Years Eve isn’t a thing for me, I do appreciate the opportunity to reflect on the year that was and set intentions for the year to come. This was a year of great
December 30, 2017
Saturday, December 30, 2017
I sustain myself with the love of family. Maya Angelou Blessed. Simply and abundantly blessed. The kiddos are heading home today; in a few hours we’re going to experience that heaviest of silences that permeates the house after the grands have been here. It’s not my favourite kind of silence. In these early morning hours,
December 29, 2017
Friday, December 29, 2017
I have drunken deep of joy. Percy Bysshe Shelley We’re at the new trampoline place: Gerry, daughter Laurinda, granddaughter Makiya, and me. Makiya is the only one wearing the green-toed grip-on-the-bottom trampoline socks. We parent and grandparent observers are resisting the temptation to step forward onto one of the trampolines and jump for just a minute
