Deep Breath: A Sabbath Practice
God is always trying to give good things to us, but our hands are too full to receive them. St. Augustine Our work this week has piled up heavy and we’re sure we won’t be able to climb out from…
Day 5: Sabbath, The Sacrament of Now
We spend so much time fighting with comparisons, don’t we? (I like this ice cream shop back in PA better than that one.) We build a fantasy world comprised of all the places we’ve ever lived or think we’d want to.…
Day 1: How to Fall in Love with a Zipcode
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…
Father’s Day Feasting with Daddy
Without you, I would have been content to walk sidewalks, unaware that there are worlds just beyond the concrete to be discovered. Yesterday, we celebrated your Father’s Day and you showed us wonders. We hiked around Slippery Rock River, up waterfalls, and splashed…
Sabbath: Time to Witness Heaven Touching Earth
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…
Sabbath: The Gift of Slow
This week my precious Nona was dying from Alzheimer’s. Children and Grandchildren huddled around her bed soaking up her presence for one last day. We adored her Irish red hair, her mama bear spunk and the love she wrapped us in whenever…
When our Love Gets Suffocated
I hear a call in the quiet of the early morning: “Deepen,” He whispers. God is using the specific vocabulary of a Madeleine L’Engle lover. I was shaken Saturday. Triggered, that is. They were dressed straight off the cover of a JCrew catalog and I shrunk…
Getting our Grooves on Every Wednesday Morning
We swing our hips, the coins sewn to our hip scarves jingle and we are transported. And how we crave our weekly passport stamped! We are living in a Western Michigan Winter. The frigid cold has taken over our sweet…
January Saturday Morning Thanks
Here at the little yellow cottage, it’s hard not to dance our thanks: 1. English Premier League. Waking up to Tottenham and Queens Park Rangers instead of Saturday morning cartoons. 2. Milk, whey protein and blueberry smoothie with chia seeds for…
This Week December 14, 2012 – What Nourished Me
After school I pulled Madeline onto my lap and we sunk deep into the red bean bag chair. I memorized the smell of her hair and the beautiful dimple that comes out in her left cheek when she’s being tickled…