We are all transplants in this Kingdom, all ball of roots, shook out and replanted insecure, longing for our heart’s true home. We are adopted children of the most High who wander through the world with amnesia forgetting…
“We do not want merely to see beauty… we want something else which can hardly be put into words- to be united with the beauty we see, to pass into it, to receive it into ourselves, to bathe in it,…
Moving is hard, slogging work: new relationships, new rules, new horizons, and the daily mixture of grief and joy. You have been hard at work, my friend. Today toss “have to” aside and travel on over to the side of…
Just this last month, the Gross’ family adopted a new zipcode, driving through the mountains of five states and landing in northern GA. You too friend? Have you moved and are still reeling a bit? Or do you live with a chronic…
Crabapple trees in pink frills process down my new street. All winter I wondered what color they would wear. Their miniature crabapples fell onto the sidewalks and gave the early robins something to eat in the cold. Still, they kept their secret.…
Don’t you get the feeling that in those six days God created straight out of unbounded delight? The red-eyed frog, the blue morpho butterfly, the elephant? Only someone with a serious sense of humor could have come up with an…
I’m at the end of Emily Freeman’s lovely book, A Million Little Ways, on life and art and an art filled ordinary and also carrying the heaviness of my Nona’s passing. (Isn’t she stunning? Classy. That’s the word I keep…
A 5 minute writing dare…just words on a timer. no editing. Yup, it’s what we writer nerds do for fun! ………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… GO – word: Wonder My three year old blondie began hoisting his chubby little legs over the side of…
These last three days, I have been listening to their stories down the four steps from the sidewalk into our Prayer Clinic. Beautiful stories of the treachery of growing up on planet earth. It has been a privilege…
Live in each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit.” Henry David Thoreau The feast has been laid. The table set. The candles lit and He is here. The trees flame, the boughs…