limits
On Friday, I posted the following as my FaceBook status: “What a phenomenal week! I’m thrilled with the outcome of my days and the promise of an evening at home. Something I’ve realized is that I’m a fairly…fluid…person. By fluid I’m just attempting a decent way of referencing waves, which is really just saying I’m … Continue reading
“Pick up your mat…”
I first noticed his unique legs when he was only days old. He was my only baby who refused to push back, to brace his knees, to heroically ‘stand’ on my lap in all of his fresh baby strength. Unlike the other boys, he didn’t jump in the jumper. Instead, he let his feet slide … Continue reading
Why I don’t laugh at his ghost stories
“Mama,” he said to me, snuggled in with a ragged sheepskin, soccer ball, dinosaur and who knows what else under his blanket, “I saw ghost at the park today.” “A ghost?” I replied, smiling. “Aw. What was it like?” “He was very big. He was not happy. He was not kind.” “Oh. What did you … Continue reading
When love is war and nothing’s fair
In scripture, onto Shakespeare, through rock and roll, and again in every home and glance, we witness: “love hurts”. Somehow, between Love speaking beauty into being and fragments into form, the hope and legacy of love has become twisted. Promises broken. Children slain. Vows despised. And then…repeat. The past years have presented me with … Continue reading
The boy who thinks he hates church
Earlier this summer, this post came out. It served as an inspiration for families and congregations across the continent, including myself. I was refreshed in my {challenging, unique, humorous} Sunday Service moments with my {challenging, unique, humorous} wildling sons. That said, we still are ridiculously inconsistent in our attendance, we still breathe within a fluid/flexing/growing … Continue reading
when it’s not that profound…and it is.
We made it to church this morning! {and by “made it to church” I mean that my three wildling boys and I physically entered our local church sanctuary to pray and listen and read and learn with others who participate in Christ} It was restless and lovely and distracting and thought-provoking. Kind of like The … Continue reading
sow beauty, leave beauty
{I had many more photos and lniks back through the past many years, but they didn’t all work and it’s oh so late. So here is a post which took too long but hopefully holds something of value.} I was sweaty, dirt-caked, and aching. For the passerby, the front yard still looked neglected: overgrown, dandelion’d, … Continue reading
and behold, duty was joy
Recently, many peers have shared this quote: I slept and dreamt that life was Joy I woke and saw that life was Duty. I acted, and behold, Duty was Joy. – Rabindranath Tagore I found it both beautiful and annoying. I liked the sound of it but saw that conclusion seemed to indicate work. While … Continue reading
under construction
I’m smitten with my new home. We moved in earlier than planned and won’t see an end to the work for months yet, but really, it like a new earth to me. I love that the boys can choose to be together in the midst of play and chores. I love the colors I worked … Continue reading
pray always?
I have much to learn about prayer. Really, for a Bible school graduate, it’s somewhat embarrassing that I’m not yet a groomed-and-tuned professional in the area. I mean, it’s just “talking to God”, right? Or wait, isn’t it a private and focused meditative experience? Or…no…it’s warfare! Corporate and pulsing and full of sweat and blood. There’s more … Continue reading
Whole Dei 