It’s no secret. I need quiet like I need water. Anybody else? Perhaps we all do. Have you read this article yet? Our brains require ample amounts of silence in order to rebuild the brain cells stolen by noise and stress.…
I’m starting a new job today, Director of Soul Care at Holy Cross Anglican Cathedral here in Loganville, GA. It’s just 10 hours a week but I’m fantastically excited. I get to do exactly what I love to do best:…
The three R’s, it’s quickly becoming Maddie and my “thing” every morning…perhaps it’s because of her giggles…perhaps it’s because I know how much I need it too. Rest, Receive, Respond: these are the 3 R’s taught by Terry Wardle,…
It seems impossible doesn’t it? My beautiful college friend asked THE question: How do we find time to pray and wait on God as busy moms? How do we sit at His feet when they are climbing all over our…
Each one felt like a warm bloody mass of miracle when first placed on my chest all arms and legs and eyes unblinking. Every time. “I have my own baby!” Madeline jumped up and down beside the hospital bed when she first glimpsed…
What nourished and wrecked me this week: 1. Caedmon wanted to eat pizza Sunday night and Madeline wanted to knead it and watch it rise. So this is the pizza we chose and while the recipe encourages the use of…
The Advent lectionary and my little Advent series here collided randomly this Sunday in the most satisfying way. Yesterday’s scriptures, “He shall feed his flock” was featured for the Old Testament and then were repeated by Christ to John the Baptist…
Isaiah 35:5&6 “Then the eyes of the blind shall be opened, and the ears of the deaf shall be unstopped”. “Then shall the lame man leap as a hart, and the tongue of the dumb sing …“ This short recitative…
A Monday morning of unpacking boxes and I was ready for a bowl of miniwheats and The Good Wife. Rain pattered heavy on the windows and I needed to catch my breath. Alicia, played by Juliana Marguiles and her mother played by…
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…