I went for a bit of a run this morning. This is a big deal because I haven’t run in a long time. Not even a little bit. But this morning I stepped out the door for my occasional walk and turned it into a partial run. My legs were hesitant but game for the … Continue reading No Coasting
I planted grass seed last week. Our dear neighbor, Kingsley, who is retired and has a perfectly beautiful yard, has been helping and advising us to rehabilitate our bedraggled yard since we moved into our new home last summer. Last week he gave us a partial bag of Rye grass seed after seeding his own … Continue reading The Water of the Word
Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about peace. Rather, I’ve been lamenting the lack of peace that seems to be rending not only our nation and world in some very visible ways, but especially situations closer to home which are breaking my heart and the hearts of people I love. I find myself praying in … Continue reading Striving For Peace
There are so many voices today, speaking, shouting, accusing, pleading, weeping, and praying. Some voices tell me that, as a white woman, I have nothing to contribute to the conversation. Other voices tell me that, as a white woman, I need to speak up. Nothing I ever write or say will please everyone. But I’d … Continue reading Listening, Seeing, Weeping, Praying
This season of pandemic and isolation has produced much writing about lament, and rightly so. We are cut off from so much that was not only familiar, but also necessary. From fellowship with one another on personal and corporate levels (think, church), to school and work, most of what was normal in our lives has … Continue reading Think About These Things
Running, they say, is 90% mental. And the other 10% is also mental. Now, while that’s a bit of an exaggeration, I have learned over the past ten years that it’s not very far off the mark. It takes an act of the will, a mental decision, to get out of bed early in the … Continue reading Keep Running, Christian!
Three whole weeks ago, on Friday, March 13, 2020, we officially began our homebound exile from society. At first it was self-imposed, as my husband discovered that he had a fever (it was just a cold—he’s fine). On that day the alarms increased hourly in the news, and the need to isolate ourselves became as … Continue reading Poverty in Prayer
“Oh that my words were written! Oh that they were inscribed in a book! Oh that with an iron pen and lead they were engraved in the rock forever! For I know that my Redeemer lives, and at the last he will stand upon the earth. And after my skin has been thus destroyed, yet … Continue reading Remembrance and Hope
Dear Lisa, Well, it’s been a year since I learned that you’d gone. I thought today would be worse than it is. But now that I think about it, the sadness doesn’t hurt the same way it used to. It’s there, but it no longer chokes off my breath. The weight remains, but it no … Continue reading Well, It’s Been a Year. . .