A soul that walks on water leaves no footprints, but will make waves."
I couldn’t have been more than 7 years old. I looked out the window and saw a man kneeling in the grass on one side of our neighbor’s newly built home. There was something familiar about him. His white hair was covered in a hat, or I might have recognized sooner that the man mixing…
Childhood memories are some of the most precious things the mind holds. My adult years seem to blanket them little by little and they become harder to trace beneath the current chaos. In the year 2008, as I was amidst the busy of finalizing fall plans and beginning the downward slide of year end activities…
I realize now that Ms. Nelson didn’t just love her students. It wasn’t simply her care and attention that made her memorable to us. She seemed to have an ability to challenge us that made us do things we didn’t know we could do. I loved every afterno…
I saw an entry in my mom’s journal from 1978, about my aunt feeling down and I knew right away it must have been written soon after my uncle passed away. I backed up, scanning the pages for some reference to an emergency, a phone call, a funeral but I…
I sat in church Sunday morning in Michigan, watching a video of work being done in Haiti, work I wasn’t there to do, work I seemingly had little to do with. As I heard the songs I remembered my brother calling me and asking for some suggestions for mus…
Im out of town…when i get back I’m going to tell you about a bowl of bean and bacon soup that literally changed my life.
Sunday our congregation sang Holy, Holy, Holy. One of the classics. The first song in the Baptist Hymnal, number 5 in the Mennonite Hymnal (The red one, it’s number 120 in the blue one)…
Maybe I do know a little too much about hymnals.
…and…
I stayed at my aunt’s house the weekend of my brother’s wedding. It’s a very pleasant place to be. It’s warm, comfortable and inviting. I’ve always enjoyed her house. I have fond memories from childhood in the same rooms I put my boys to sleep that…
This past weekend we drove to Michigan for a wedding.
A wedding that just a scant 7 months ago, we thought might not happen.
My brother, who wandered for a few years, who dabbled, who threw out, who turned away, who scoffed and even argued at time…
Maybe it’s the rain, maybe it’s stress, maybe I really don’t like being told it’s time to be thankful…right…NOW! I have a lot to be thankful for, but I’m a little weepy and stubborn today.
In reality I know why. It’s because I heard last night…