for your weekend

This weekend, in the regular rhythms of home and play, of work and washing, of listening and slow conversation, may I see God even though I don’t see God. May I not demand a spectacle, a miracle, or a sign. May I simply, quietly, be still and know. Enjoy your...

This One’s for the Wanna-be Hopeful

This morning started out bright, sun coming up behind our house in confident pink and orange glory. And I, mood highly swayed by the weather, picked out a skirt from my closet to wear and hopped in the shower once the kids were off to school, ready to face the day...

Tuesdays Are For Living

It’s dark in the sunroom this morning, hours before the sun comes up. The wall of windows reflects the light from my lamp, the end table, my own face. I come here in the early quiet, pour the coffee, let out the dog, sit with a blanket, and listen as the yard...