This is what’s saving my life this month

It sounds dire and like the most serious thing there is when you say ‘this is what’s saving my life’. Yes, perhaps it’s a little dramatic. But then again, maybe these things are  saving us more than realize. If this is your first time to my blog, know that the only one who can literally save my life is Jesus. He saves me. Every. Day. There are a few things that...

Delighting in the strength around me when I’m weak

Tell me the story simply, As to a little child, For I am weak and weary, And helpless and defiled. It isn’t the body that is weak but the spirit. Tired and weary as the old hymn says. Made weak from the news, real and fake, weak from uncertainty, and even weak from caring. But I take heart in the strength of Jesus. He puts others in my life to...

Finding a tender companion to grief at Christmastime

More catalogs and advertisements are filling our mailbox this time of year. Tucked between Golf Digest, an ad for car sales and one actual Christmas card was the Mrs. Fields catalog. They come around holidays and are tossed in the recycle bin with old newspapers and unwanted ads. I glanced at it thinking, when have I ordered Mrs. Fields cookies and then I remembered. The past few years that mom...

Why I, WE, need Thanksgiving

Because when it’s not on my to-do list or calendar I forget It can’t be the best thing to admit I forget to be thankful. I say thank-you. Mama raised us to have polite manners, after all. But I forget to BE thankful. To carry specific thoughts of the litany of reasons to give thanks to God. If we didn’t have a whole day with it spelled out on the...

Self-care: taking time to enjoy life

Mama didn’t raise me to be a cook. No, she scooted me out of the kitchen putting paper and a box of crayons in front of me to make her work easier. I wonder if she knew the seeds she was planting? That I would embrace the making of all kinds of art, the art she also enjoyed.   From coloring books and crayons to clay and chalks, pencils that...

This is when I understood God’s love never stops

Annie stood back casting a hard look at my very pregnant belly. “You’re having a girl” she said with a nod. This was the time of predictions and guesses and the build up to the reveal which would be announced by the baby herself in the hospital delivery room. There was no cake with a pink layer inside or box of blue balloons. We waited the full length of pregnancy...

How do we thank God no matter what?

Is this the year we sit around our Thanksgiving tables in fear and loathing, wondering where did it go amok? Do we rattle off our list of thanks with all the enthusiasm of reciting the multiplication tables? I’ve lived through elections since the late 70’s when I became eligible to cast my ballot. Saturday Night Live heavily influenced my choice for Carter as I’m sure it’s influenced many a generation...

Our common bond of faith became our foundation

It was the faith we held in common that had me say yes when he asked me out. That, and his undeniable good looks. As I look back, that may have held an edge for my 19-year-old self. We’d both grown up as pastor’s kids in the same denomination. We knew the life, the traditions, we believed. This was enough common ground to explore a future. It was enough to...

I’m dragging my feet on this part of the journey

You can tell me that every path or journey in life is unknown and I wouldn’t argue with you. But. But, there has been a predictable sense about them. One I’ve watched walk ahead. They’ve marked the way and left signposts of where to turn or when it’s time to stop and rest. They’ve shown me it’s best not to journey alone, even though I still try to make my own...