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view of our backyard, early Summer, from the upper deck I have been pondering the tension lately between between the image I project to the world about my life and what is ACTUALLY going on. Every morning I stand at my kitchen sink, I see a variation of this view above. I often post the…
When my mother was taken by cancer at the age of 55 and I was 33, there was no estate to divide, no money to deposit, no silver to share. After she was gone, I wasn’t saddened by the loss of anything tangible like an inheritance, but because there were questions I would never have answers…
I am terrible at remembering details. And for most of my life as a believer, I could not recall Scripture verses no matter how I tried, where they were or what they said. I’d go looking for a passage and the ‘address’ would escape me. I’d mumble, “It’s in the Bible….well, it’s in the Old Testament….
I was sitting outside on the deck last week, writing my ‘Sabbath on the Page’ (LL Barkat phrase) and thinking about our family’s recent journey through a very difficult season. Here are the notes from my journal that day: ~~~~~~~~~~~ Sit outside on the deck in the drips of a dreary day and you might…
First item on the grocery list: postage stamps. In ALL CAPS. I’ve written it down three times this week, only to return with pasta, bread and milk, but no stamps. This necessitates an emergency trip to the drugstore; I HAVE to get my Grandson’s birthday card in the mail. While the counter clerk rings up…
Some friends and I were having lunch the other day, discussing various challenges to find the time to write—caring for children, caring for our homes, talking with spouses, all manner of delights and duties. Then there was the other ‘D’—distractions. In between bites of fish and chips I lamented the ease with which I am…