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Lovely Lydia dipped cloth in indigo dye, dressing royalty in the Kingly color of the day. I am wrapped today in color of another hue~ scarlet red~ covering me in impossibly laundered linens purchased by the Savior King who died descending into darkness, bursting forth in a blaze of Color That is Not– Purest White.
We were made for Edendwellers with Godin his greengloryand goodnessamong the viningwonder and fragrant trees.We came from dirtcreation,witness to his fillingof this face of the earthwith his endlessimaginationnamed“witch hazel”“flowering quince”“red currant”“sweetbox.”He charged us ascaretakers of His Garden,resident keepers inhabiting the Heaven here on Earth (truly)made for eternity (Ecclesiastes 3)but shorting out our livesby seeking solace elsewhere.We sit…
Our dining room is topsy turvy. Kitchen chairs and barstools are hidden and stashed in a closet in the bedroom. There’s no room for but four people at our dining table. The living room bookshelves now attend the table, stacked on their sides and emptied, banana boxes stuffed with the contents. Pieces of furniture…
These are my thoughts about an honorary member of my birth family, my just-like-a-sister Sandy. Forty years ago this week she dared me into going to church–Calvary Chapel in Costa Mesa, California. It was the height of the ‘Jesus Movement’ of the 70’s and Sandy had been hounding me to go and give my life to Jesus.My…
Several weeks ago I made a foolish, self-centered comment on someone’s blog and clicked back a few days later to see if there was a response. When I re-read what I wrote, I sighed at my words and simply hit ‘Delete’. I felt SO relieved. Then I wrote this: Thank God for the “Delete” button…
Dust hovers unsettled in sunlight, threatening to land on patterned grains of tables at rest. I observe the suspension of noise, remember the activity: buzzing, rising, howling, softening. The children are gone. It is time to put things in order. Restack the books, ensconce the trinkets to their pride of place, lay out the careful…
We have a mandate to leave no child behind, Yet we are educating children not left behind, But left to die, escaping with their families and their lives, The clothes on their backs and a lifetime of images they want to forget. So we attempt to educate them– ‘educate’from the Latin-‘to lead out’ Lead out…
I first met (via words, of course) Professor Karen Swallow Prior through her coming of age book of essays, titled simply Booked (T.S. Poetry Press, 2012) . I related to so much of what she said about the way literature shaped her life growing up and eventually the way books led her to God. I…
(And I don’t mean exercise. Well, maybe…) Each year that I’ve been keeping a journal and spending time with God I’ve heard him speak a theme into my life. Last year that word/theme was ‘Dwell.’ All throughout my quiet time and my reading the word came up in some form or another–WAIT, REST, BE STILL,…
Well, it seems that wayanyway. Clean and all.Open, blank, unwritten on. And the smashing white/bluesky is limitless today.How unlike our skies to be thatway this day. But it is (a gift!Thank you, God.) SO, making the mostof a Beautiful Good ThingI will do what anyordinary human ought to do. Start well by cleaning the bathrooms…