Life Right Now: Summer Snapshots and Links
Life right now is the first day of summer and the longest day of the year. This is the day that brings us nearest to that time and place when "there will be no more night" (Rev. 22:5). But even the night is brighter than most. As the ripe moon rises, it scatters the last few tattered clouds until it shines like silver in our faces....
When It Is Summer (A Guest Post)
Officially, summer is still days away, but we are already knee deep in it. The sprinkler is making its rainbow arc for Elsa and her two-year-old cousin. Even the big cousins have stained their t-shirts with grape-juice popsicles, and we are shifting our Friday-night, homemade pizza from the oven to the grill. Everything is a little...
Where To Find Perfection
“Nothing is perfect.” Those words cut me. They always have. I don’t care if they’re true because everything in me wants them to be untrue. Everything in me longs for perfection though perfect is as cold and distant as the morning star. Yet here is the lesson I keep learning over and over again: when perfection falls to earth it veils...
These Farmhouse Bookshelves: Comfort Reading
After Shawn's accident in mid-January, I hardly read a thing. I would sometimes pick up a book, but I couldn't quiet my mind enough to read it. Life was too heavy, and it wasn't possible to slow down without feeling the weight of it all. If I sat still in a chair for five minutes, I would feel that weight settle until my arms would...
Every Good And Perfect Gift
Generally, time moves consistently and at a measured pace. Each day arrives and passes like the blank squares on the print-your-own calendars I persist in using rather than the app I once downloaded onto my phone. But there are days. There are days when all those neat squares swim like the tears in your eyes until the past and the...
In This End Is Our Beginning (On Going Home Again)
A few years ago, soon after our move to Maplehurst, I wrote this prayer on a three by five index card: Lord, please make a way for my extended family to gather more often. I added it to the small stack I keep in my Bible, and I regularly remembered it in prayer. The paper is softer now, the ink a little bit smeared. Soon, my husband and...
