It’s a rainy Friday and my bones are feeling it.
Arthritis is a really crappy thing. It cripples a lot of folks, and fortunately I am not one of their number yet.Yet it is really hard for me to complain knowing the pain I have seen this week.What I go through is nothing next to people who are so far gone that they are terminal.Their bravery and emotion is astounding.
Raising my kids religion free does not mean we don't crave ritual and prayer. After staying with my parents for 7 weeks, the Cabin Kids got used to saying Grace at mealtimes, so I came up with an alternative that I am comfortable saying along with them, that doesn't bring up questions of a faith we don't embrace....more
I made the mistake of thinking myself essential.Every Sunday evening at Hope's worship service, the Gathering, we receive communion. We press toward the bread and the cup, smell the yeast and grapes, hear the words, "The body of Christ...the blood of Christ."...more
School starts tomorrow, bright and early. The kids are clean, the clothes are set out, the forms are completed and signed. Their lunches are planned, ready to be packed in lunch boxes with their names. The new backpacks are by the door. My boys giggled and chatted in their bunk beds despite several reminders to get some sleep. When my voice turned sharper, they finally quieted down and are now sound asleep....more
Dear gracious and compassionate One, He who is close to the brokenhearted, You seem to be calling her home. If so, I pray that instead of sorrow, she would know only anticipation. Of the ever after, infinity, glory. A dry place. No tears. I hope You stand between her and her earthly love, one great and gentle arm across her shoulder, another around his, drawing them to Yourself. I ask that the air they breathe be You (That near. Be that near to them, please.)....more
Son #2 is learning to pray before he goes to bed. Last night, we read from a devotional book as the boys ate berry cobbler at the kitchen table. After worship, my husband prayed. Then, he asked Son #2 if he wanted to say his prayer. Son #2 babbled and smiled. Our boys closed their eyes and folded their hands as I began. "Dear..." Son #2 repeated. "Dearw..." "Jesus" I continued. "Ee...u" Son #2 said. "Thank you..." I stated. "Ta...tu" Son #2 chirped. ...more
So we have a deal now, unvoiced, but I'm honoring it. I don't post anything that could humiliate her in school or out (including when we have a fight), and I never, not ever post a picture without her approval of the picture. She's let a few go by - some of them even blatantly silly. But I know she appreciates that I ask, so I think she throws me a bone sometimes and approves a few here and there.
Anytime I'm the least bit tempted to cross the line, I try to remember being a twelve year old girl, sitting on a church pew, as the congregation asks God to bless my bowels.
We are still in shock about the devastating tornado damage to the Moore,Oklahoma area. The cutest little rent house ever is a little less than two hours away so we were not in any danger from the tornados however we have had lots and lots of rain!! The news is still full of footage of the houses that are just piles of lumber now. People are still looking for lost loved ones as well as still searching the rubble in hopes of finding lost pets. We are covering that area in prayer! We need the weather to cooperate for a day or two so those folks can go in and try t...more