Linda Hoye's Blog, page 91
November 21, 2018
Wednesday, November 21, 2018
It’s Gerry’s birthday today. We don’t make a big fuss around here, but we will go out for an early dinner to celebrate the occasion. (Normally we do birthday lunches, but I’ll be at the church this afternoon, wrapping up an eleven week study in Hebrews.) Husband, dad, granddad, hike leader, man of faith, encourager, strong,
Published on November 21, 2018 06:22
November 20, 2018
Tuesday, November 20, 2018
We go to Costco for paper goods (doesn’t that sound more civilized than toilet paper and Kleenex?) and come out with more than we went in for. And a pumpkin pie, because apparently one can’t go to Costco at this time of year and not pick up a pie. My mind is preoccupied with a
Published on November 20, 2018 06:20
November 19, 2018
Stick Season
We take a drive because the sun is shining, and it’s too bad that the mountains are in the way of the view, I think it every time. The colours of autumn are gone now, the season’s finery crisp beneath our feet, and messy. It’s stick season. I hold my camera on my lap, and
Published on November 19, 2018 07:09
November 18, 2018
Sunday, November 18, 2018
The speed and pace of our life here in this country, the noise and the demand of it, the sheer unadulterated motion of it, are almost too much for me to cope with. Robert Benson, Between the Dreaming and the Coming True: The Road Home to God Sometimes, it’s too much. ”I’m just going to
Published on November 18, 2018 05:40
November 17, 2018
Saturday, November 17, 2018 – Wonder Brushes Off
Every day, I see or hear something that more or less kills me with delight. Mary Oliver A woman, white-haired and a little bit shaky on her feet, looking at stuffies and other little children’s treasures in the store, smiling wide as she picks up each one for a closer look. Perhaps she is thinking
Published on November 17, 2018 06:03
November 16, 2018
Friday, November 16, 2018 – #amwriting
You don’t put things down on paper to produce masterpieces, but to gain some clarity. Etty Hillesum, An Interrupted Life I spend the day in the woman cave tapping out words, writing and rewriting. Also tweaking the format of my manuscript, because doing so serves as an effective diversion when the writing gets a little
Published on November 16, 2018 06:30
November 15, 2018
Thursday, November 15, 2018 – Wouldn’t You Think? Reflections in the Mirror
When I am sharply judgmental of any other person, it’s because I sense or see reflected in them some aspect of myself that I don’t want to acknowledge. Gabor Maté, In the Realm of Hungry Ghosts: Close Encounters with Addiction I’m thinking about how we’ve all got something—some of us, multiple somethings—that wear heavy. Seasons
Published on November 15, 2018 06:01
November 14, 2018
Wednesday, November 14, 2018 – Civic Duty
Reading well adds to our life—not in the way a tool from the hardware store adds to our life, for a tool does us no good once lost or broken, but in the way a friendship adds to our life, altering us forever.” Karen Swallow Prior, On Reading Well: Finding the Good Life through Great
Published on November 14, 2018 06:30
November 13, 2018
Tuesday, November 13, 2018 – Out of Control Bibliophile
Books have formed the soul of me. I know that spiritual formation is of God, but I also know—mainly because I learned it from books—that there are other kinds of formation, too, everyday gifts, and that God uses the things of this earth to teach us and shape us, and to help us find truth.
Published on November 13, 2018 06:27
November 11, 2018
November 11, 2018 – What if?
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 What if, instead of focusing on the gifts, I
Published on November 11, 2018 05:40


