O sacred Head, now wounded, with grief and shame weighed down, Now scornfully surrounded with thorns, Thine only crown; O sacred Head, what glory, what bliss till now was Thine! Yet, though despised and gory, I joy to call Thee mine. What Thou, my Lord, hast suffered, was all for sinners’ gain; Mine, mine was… Read More Grace
An early storm of the season looms over the horizon my eyes know. For it, there is a forecast, a couple of educated tracks, a predictable and foreseeable pattern, a project-able beginning and end. Named Hurricane Isais. A long spell since putting words to website here, but many swirling word-storms spun elsewhere – so many… Read More Storm
Over a recent lingering conversation, a dear friend asked me how I’m feeling through pandemic-induced social distancing. In that moment, not yet mandated to six feet or more, but still in the spring air of her front porch, rocking chairs slightly varying our distance yet still within kindred connection, I lifted my hands up, and… Read More Feeling the Fermata – Suspended Selah
Have you ever come to the end of your day and of yourself and wondered why your head is pounding and your body’s dragging? And then realized that you didn’t drink water except to brush your teeth and slug down coffee – which doesn’t even count with its contrary diuretic designs! Getting to the end… Read More Thirst
The recipe begins with room temperature butter, heavy whipping cream, flour, and large measures of love. Mix said ingredients, form into a pliable snow ball of dough, wrap in plastic and chill. Once ready, the soft dough flattens with each pressured passing of the rhythmic rolling pin, then each piece cut. One by one, each… Read More Consider Creme Wafers – Biblical Thoughts within a Christmas Cookie
Gardening is a pain-for-gain balance. If I’m willing to battle thorns, thistles, bugs, blood, sweat, and salty tears, the pay off is pretty beds brimming with butterflies, blossoms, and friendly bumblebees. Such idyllic wonder! Wonder akin to the domestic joys of scrubbing toilets and ironing linen. The rings and wrinkles will return as will weeds.… Read More Purpose of Pain
“Went great. Got everything out. Didn’t have to go through bone,” their surgeon bluntly shared. After cutting into the delicate skin of both twins – again. A doctor who literally, routinely touches people’s hearts. One week ago, today, when the nurse poked her head in and said, “Jane is finished and she’s fine,” I was… Read More PERSON of Purpose
A pen point gliding across college-ruled lines makes me smile! The finer the point, the better. The more color options, the greater my heart’s delight. Clean, pin-pointed black wins most of the time, for meetings, homework, and journaling. BUT, when it’s time to make a grocery list, write a birthday card or special note, matching… Read More PENS of Purpose
Thirty-one years came and went more quickly than I would like to admit! From unquenchable energy when we first wed to creases of wisdom – okay wrinkles – as the crow’s feet around my eyes view the world. To celebrate the anniversary of those many years, last May my husband and I visited historical places… Read More PORTALS of Purpose
Chu-cha-la-la-land! – the name my four-year old son gave everything and everyone as we arrived at the guest house (aka worn hotel that would be our temporary home until quarters were available) on Bolling Air Force Base some twenty-one years ago. He insisted that we had arrived at “Chu-cha-la-la-land,” and started calling our family members… Read More Places of PURPOSE
