“Fear not,” He says, but it is too late. I am already face down, fingers grasping stones, fingernails scraping dust. I grasp at the familiar. The glory burns and my knees come in tight. I fold up small hoping to hide. …
This was a wrestle this summer…one that I can’t mold into a tidy little shape of words, the sweat and tears of it are just too fresh. Have mercy with the lack of polish…I considered not publishing it, but, honestly, it…
At the same time that I am emptying boxes here in Sewickley, PA, attempting to build a home, on Saturday I helped to tear one down: Andrew’s Grandmother’s. I emptied drawers of tatting threads, carried shelves out to waiting vans and wandered…
“Thou hast made us for thyself, O Lord, and our hearts are restless until they find their rest in Thee.” St. Augustine The chef knife lay over the clove of garlic flat and I smacked it with my fist feeling…
Tonight it was the chocolate sheet cake, the one with the thick fudgy frosting Andrew’s mom taught me step by step. It’s THE “birthday cake” around here because no one can imagine desiring anything but a large rectangle of this…
Hi friends, I’ve missed you …but have been desperate for hours of filling up…more of Jesus. My blog is empty but my spirit is slowly filling up. Now it’s 3:30am and Xavier just had a nightmare and I am up…
The Feast Day 12: Can I please jump back into this 31 day exploration of learning to stay present? (a feast of the present moment) Thank you, thank you for your grace! As I write this, I’m about to be…