A soul that walks on water leaves no footprints, but will make waves."
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…
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…
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…
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…
Life isn’t fragile!
The thought stormed my conscience as if to shake me into realization.
I had heard of recent failings, of death and sorrow, of tiny flames snuffed out before their chance to light the world beyond their parent’s arms. And my…
emotions are like smells…they linger
get rid of them as soon as possible, vent, open window etc.
This is the last week of school. The boys are so excited and I am excited for them. Ivan especially cannot wait to call himself a first grader instead of a kindergartener.
It’s the last Monday to have this. This today, with all it’s weaknesses i…
When He cometh, when He cometh
To make up His Jewels
All His jewels, precious jewels
His loved and His own
Like the stars of the Morning
His bright crown adorning
They shall shine in their beauty
Bright gems for His crown
He will gather, He…
“Enter through the narrow gate; for wide is the gate and spacious and broad is the way that leads away to destruction, and many are those who are entering through it.
But the gate is narrow (contracted by pressure) and the way is straitened and compres…
Aron was first up this morning, after me.
Green flannel Christmas pajamas and skinny four year old bare feet curled up in my lap for a little while.
His stillness, my sleepiness and the knowledge so evident in his older brothers, that it won’t be…