Impressionable
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
Living Worship
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
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
Who’s the Boss?
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…
Single Authority
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…
Disturbed
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…
Carrie Jeanne Shole
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.
Early In the Morning…
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
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…
Brave Bree
In deep sorrow Bree spoke from her heart
That this was not an end, but a start
For she had not displayed
Of what stuff she was made
Until the world up and tore her apart