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What made life better in October?
And yet, it was so good to dance, to laugh, to trade candies, and throw a wedding together. We are pulling together a pack of memories, wrapping them up with love.
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Beginning to exhale…
We are breathing again. There will be a procedure, a short recovery, and then a new normal. We are ready. More than that, we are beginning to envision life on the other side.
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Visitation…
I hadn’t thought about the power and simplicity of pastoral visitation in years. Until this week. Until Pastor Bariloni called to say he wondered if he could come and spend some time with us.
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Holding our own…
Suddenly, all of the daily needs of my family and life seem smaller. I think in some ways we are both numb and a bit in shock. Today, we are going to work on wedding projects and keep moving forward. Tomorrow, we will do the same.
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The creative life…
I’ve gathered people and prepared meals to nurture both the soul and the body. I’ve organized events and lead people to accomplish goals. I’ve created things and helped to shape people.
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Creative waiting…
I struggle to even name to the things I long for. I focus instead on being happy with the things I already have. This is not wasted, but it does not address my deepest desires. In my heart of hearts there are things I want to be different.
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Life interrupted…
His path for them included suspicion and doubt, a difficult journey to Bethlehem, and eventual exile to Egypt. None of that was in their plans. This was not an easy path, in fact most of the path was hidden from sight.
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Against hope…
When I’m honest, I realize I don’t encourage or protect hope. I actually guard my heart against it. I am afraid of hope, of reaching forward, of wanting what I don’t already have.
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Advent wreaths
Our family failed at the Advent wreath for as many years as we have tried to keep it. Changing work schedules never made it easy. Add a few kids with busy schedules arguing and bickering, and the busyness of the season and our little candles were not always a spiritual hit. We tried, we told the stories, and read the scriptures. It was as often on Monday as on Sunday… but we tried. We prayed together and lit the Christ candle on Christmas morning, but it never looked like I imagined it would. We were not that family. Share this...FacebookPinterestTwitterLinkedin
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Time close to the veil…
Over the past few weeks, our family has spent too much time close to the veil that separates life and death. Most of the time we live as though our lives will be like this forever, as though life will never end. Times like this remind us that no one gets out alive. Share this...FacebookPinterestTwitterLinkedin