A soul that walks on water leaves no footprints, but will make waves."
*Last year I published this post on Ivan’s blog. I read it again this morning and felt it deserved an audience here as well. Ivan is continuing to mature and almost a year after writing this I see him so much more in control of his impulses. He is a…
I like her.
That girl in the picture is the me I’ve let myself be. Maybe she isn’t what I thought she’d be, and she certainly doesn’t look like I intended her to look, but I like her now that I’ve cleaned the mirror again.
“For now we are looking…
People always admired Tom Bise
He was generous, upright and wise
He became so because
His wife told him he was
And he rose to the height of her lies
Back in November I wrote the following paragraph in a blog post about decision making:
“We often hear (in a nutshell) that worship is not singing, it is the way we live our lives. I think I have been inclined to only think that included the holy thi…
Elsie Jenkins made meals folks exalted
On this talent she never was faulted
Still her husband was prone
Her pride to dethrone
For he never would taste till he’d salted
I decided to try putting Aron in charge of cleaning the playroom the other morning.
It was interesting.
It was his job to clean it up and he had his older brothers at his disposal.
First I had an 8 year old meekly crawl into my lap and expl…
Before we said “I do.”
Before we marched into that crowd of friendly faces and promised every freckle and scar to each other’s care.
Before the rehearsal dinner.
Before the invitations were sent.
Before I said yes.
Before the ring sparkled from the…
I took my “Do Not Disturb” sign down for the summer and my quiet has officially been “Disturbed”.
This week is VBS and the boys and I are all four committed to being at the church every morning. Add that to the regular activities of summer, like l…
With her head up, Miss Carrie Jeanne Shole,
Thought benevolence just a deep hole.
“Get a job!” she would spout,
When she saw a hand out,
For her purse far outweighed her poor soul.
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…