My 2013 One Word
To Listen: To live empty, open, hands up receiving To surge in breaths of God truth, To abide in God one wing covering another. To breathe out focused: the Presence of God is HERE, always Here… Always speaking, and me?…
Finding Room for God in the Crush of Christmas
Kenosis was just like a sandbox, we decided in our theology class. I remember rubbing my forehead, trying to wrap my mind around a foreign Greek word. We searched for images we could comprehend and did what any self-respecting theology…
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…
The Thanksgiving Tree
I’m surprised at how they jump in, at how they eagerly pick up scissors and sticks and build a memory together. Six cousins in one house waiting for Mama/Aunt Heather to come home with the new baby. They pick up…
Stay Present
Today I’m joining Lisa-Jo Baker and her writing throwdown, Five Minute Friday Stay present. Tomorrow morning I will wrestle the laundry into the washer, loads of sheets all covered with their sickness and tomorrow I will need to stay parked…to…
When Priorities Get Scrambled
Have you ever had a schedule change that seemed to pull the rug right out from under you? But this time, instead of falling on my back, gasping for air, the schedule change forced me to see my priorities with…
What’s Inspiring my Motherhood
I am homeschooling again this year. And the truth is that although home education is for these blond haired, open-eyed three: a laid out feast of education picked just for them, the vital importance of a strong attachment to parents for the…
Love Adds the Chocolate
by Linda Andersen from my book of the same title: “LOVE ADDS THE CHOCOLATE” A house is a house is a house….until love comes through the door, that is. And love intuitively goes around sprinkling that special brand of angel…
Growing Up
This is it. That sweet anniversary. My baby’s 3rd birthday and that anniversary of when You were here, so Present. As Present as the red velvet couch I sit on. As pervasive as the yummy bacon smell from the California…
Why We Crave the Pause Button
My daughter begs me this afternoon to come write. The youngest is napping up in the nursery and what mom in love with the play of words could ever say “no” to play together? We gather pens and notebooks…