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December 2, 2018
Rest
it is far more likely that we do not recognize God’s presence in our lives than it is that God is not present in our lives. Robert Benson, In Constant Prayer I’m thinking about time, and how, at this time of year, it can feel as if there isn’t enough of it. Or, conversely, for
December 1, 2018
Late-Night Reading
Must. Stop. Reading. Just kidding, I’ll never stop reading, but I do have to stop allowing it to rob me of sleep. Or do I? Waking this morning, hours past the time I like to begin the day. Not a huge problem, but it messes with my routine. And I do like routine. Ah well—onward
November 30, 2018
Five Minute Friday – Deep
Deep calls to deep, and my soul finds no resting place but Him. Estelle White I’m joining in with a group of writers for Five Minute Friday where we’re given a prompt (this week it’s DEEP) and write for five minutes about it. Deep calls to deep. There is a restlessness and a stirring. I return
November 29, 2018
I Wasn’t Going To Write About Adoption This Year
When you share your story of struggle, you offer me companionship in mine, and that’s the most powerful soul medicine I know. Parker J. Palmer, On the Brink of Everything November is Adoption Awareness Month. At the beginning of the month, I pulled out the two, almost identical, gold lockets that had belonged to my
November 28, 2018
A Slice of Time and An Answered Prayer
You enter the extraordinary by way of the ordinary. Frederick Buechner I step out of the bathroom, still warm, and maybe slightly damp, from the shower. My mind is on the day ahead, and words—always words. On auto-pilot, I walk toward my dresser. (It’s a chiffonier. It will always be a chiffonier to me, but does
November 27, 2018
Messed Up In A Million Ways
I am haunted now as I never was before by the sense that we all of us have the mark of God’s thumb upon us. We have the image of God within us. We have a holy place within us that gets messed up in a million ways. But it’s there, and more and more
November 26, 2018
Monday, November 26, 2018
Work every day. No matter what has happened the day or night before, get up and bite on the nail. Ernest Hemingway Unexpected, and distressing (to me) news last evening, and I am . . . something. I’m not really sure what. What I know for sure, is that I’ll spend some time with my
November 25, 2018
Exquisite Torture
“A work in progress quickly becomes feral. It reverts to a wild state overnight. It is barely domesticated, a mustang on which you one day fastened a halter, but which now you cannot catch. It is a lion you cage in your study. As the work grows, it gets harder to control; it is a
November 23, 2018
Friday, November 23, 2018 – Writing Life
I wake late, groggy as a result of extended middle-of-the-night reading time, and the day feels like it’s getting away from me before it’s started. Fog winds it’s way through the valley below. It’s moving quickly, like a snake on steroids. The speed with which it moves adds to my agitation. There’s a dusting of
November 22, 2018
Thursday, November 22, 2018 – Adoration
Gratitude exclaims… ‘How good of God to give me this.’ Adoration says, ‘What must be the quality of that Being whose far-off and momentary coruscations are like this!’ One’s mind runs back up the sunbeam to the sun.” C.S. Lewis, Letters to Malcolm: Chiefly on Prayer I get a little absorbed reading about debate and
