Category Archives: Faith & Life
interlude, the music plays on.
Every person both great and small is who they are behind the scenes, inside of closed doors where they are truly who they are removed from pretense and pretending faces of happy or important. As twelve worn months piled high, … Continue reading
acquiesce.
I used to think everything would be all right. .all right And I called it good. Bowed low at the altar of padded pews and neatly folded answers, All was good and all was good. Paths lead gently into tomorrow. … Continue reading
capturing tomorrow in the little of today.
There’s a running visual in my mind. A thread of life existing out there ambiguously floating, spied but not yet owned. It calls out to me where I am in today busy with little details and deadlines, distracted by all … Continue reading
promise and prophesy and home.
They. Then. Silence. The wind slows to a still. The sun filling empty sky burning hot. Hope is a commodity fleeting, an idea captured weakly in history, stories told of a day gloriously new. And they groan. And they gaze. … Continue reading
DEEPER FAMILY :: the peculiarity of gratitude.
“Rejoice in the Lord always. I will say it again: Rejoice!” (Philippians 4:4) Peculiar words, I’d say. Always? What of days prickly and unending, too sharp to stand without bleeding and too long to see end? No break or respite. … Continue reading
parent as prophet.
The architect must be a prophet… a prophet in the true sense of the term… if he can’t see at least ten years ahead don’t call him an architect. Frank Lloyd Wright The same must be true in parenting also. … Continue reading
grace and the girl.
Her tears always kill me. Emily’s a very happy kid who strides light through each day and whose heart presses soft into the relationships and interactions connected to her. She is easy to get along with and has little problem … Continue reading
in loving memoriam.
“…Surely goodness and mercy will follow me all the days of my life and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.” In the backing away from her as she drew her last few breaths there on the … Continue reading
little formative things.
“Emily, go put away the clothes in your room.” And with a newfound tonal resonance in my words and voice, she simply went. No protest. All activity was paused and with the obedience of a disciplined monk child she followed … Continue reading
A Deeper Family :: tipping the scale.
The day never holds enough minutes and moments. It never seems enough; the effort given, the time split, the little sacrifices made here and there, the want for more quality time, all feel like sand slipping through fingers. Life. It … Continue reading