noticing and responding to God in our everyday life
“My soul is weary. Strengthen me according to your word.” Psalm 119:28 This alley is across from where my daughter went to preschool. I often thought it felt lonely. As though its time had past. As though it was worn out, but still remembered a time when it thrived and was alive with activity. I […]
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On the first day of spring, we awoke to snow. By afternoon she realized her mistake, and let the spring sunshine take the stage. On the first day of spring, we venture to a newly opened Trader Joes. I bought sunflowers. On the first day of spring, my words experience spring fever and are itching […]
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On December 30th I sat in my favorite chair, planner in hand. I wrote 2015 in the center and circled it. I stared at the blank page for a while. And then, as if permission had been granted, out flowed all kinds of dreams and plans and hopes for the year. A mind map like […]
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We read for information: gathering facts, input, advice. We read for transformation: letting the words wash over our souls and impact us. Words have guided my parenting and my finances. Words have helped me make changes in time management and eating. And of course the Word, changes me from the inside out. Rather than putting […]
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“But there is always a November space after the leaves have fallen when she felt it was almost indecent to intrude on the woods…for their glory terrestrial had departed and their glory celestial of spirit and purity and whiteness had not yet come upon them.” – LM Montgomery (from Anne of Green Gables series) Most of […]
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A month ago I wrote these words: This year the word Beauty keeps surfacing. The kind of beauty that defies darkness. The kind that offers hope. The kind of beauty that is all around us, but that we so often miss. I am cautious as I write, lest you think I am speaking of a […]
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He is sound asleep. I sit at the edge of his bed for a while. I am completely captured by him. One of those moments where deep down to your bones you feel a mothers love. So complete, so beyond yourself. My relationship with my son has much joy and laughter. Oh, but it also […]
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We sat at Caribou Coffee. The one in White Bear Lake. Holding back the frustration of our day not going the way intended. When my dad said: “It’s not about the pumpkin.” I don’t know when the tradition had started. Maybe it was when I was ten. I remember my mom was in the […]
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How beautiful the hands that served The wine and the bread and the sons of the earth How beautiful the feet that walked The long dusty roads and the hill to the cross How beautiful, how beautiful How beautiful is the body of Christ How beautiful the heart that bled That took all my sin […]
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If you have been following along, you know that on Mondays during this series, I have been posting what I’ve called Connected Beauty. Seeing beauty in our everyday lives through the lens of others. Here’s the introduction I included the first Monday: Once upon a time Rob and I both took a Strength Finders test […]
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She was a little girl running in the corn fields of her grandparent’s Midwestern farm. She became a young woman in a small New England town. And then the cities called. Boston and Chicago. Minneapolis and Seattle. She knows she’s a bit of both. Her grounding and her soaring. He nurtures and He challenges. Life surprises. […]
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“My mom is very beautiful.” I keep hearing his words. An innocence. A trust. “Mama today we played a game at school. When we were called on we had to use our vocabulary word in a sentence. I got beautiful.” I know that many seven-year olds would say the same when asked to use their […]
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And this button if you would like to read last years:
