togetherness
I let my eyes slowly scan the oval perimeter of faces that lined our new living room walls – sister, cousins, aunt, uncle, significant others. My heart swelled with gratitude to be in that room … together. After a decade in a foreign country, I was finally home. Ten years of hearing about birthday celebrations, Thanksgiving dinners, graduation parties, all via the cyber-grapevine. Now, we are here. Together. And I am grateful. Yet, there are gaps in our circle. Conspicuous by their absence were three women who should’ve been there. Three women who were painfully absent. Three women...
comfort
It's Five-Minute Friday time ... link up your own five minutes with Lisa-Jo Baker here. This week's word: Comfort. *** Comfort. We crave it like a slab of dark chocolate. We sip it slowly like a cup of hot chai. We wrap ourselves in it like a handmade quilt. We long for it. We pursue it. We offer it. We buy it. We sell it. We have built ourselves a kingdom of it, and we’ve crowned ourselves kings and queens of the kingdom of comfort. Yet all of our pursuits are in vain, and all of our attempts to grasp it elusive, until we find the true source of comfort – the Creator of it, the Giver of...
bless the Lord
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9jYLTn4fKYQ bless the Lord, o my soul, worship His holy name sing like never before, o my soul i'll worship Your holy name ..
and we’ll call it a jump
This post is part of Lisa-Jo Baker's Five Minute Friday. Write for five minutes flat on the prompt, "Jump" ... link up here. “I’m gonna do it!” he declares with gusto as he wades his way to the steps of the pool. Having just witnessed his elder brother and sister plunge into the chlorinated water feet first, his bravery has been challenged. “I’m gonna jump!” he says again, each time trying to boost his own confidence. He gets to the edge, torso hugged by a child-sized life jacket, toes curled over the concrete precipice, and he peers into the clear aqua. Slowly bending his knees, he...
be still my soul
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eENMWnD73eA Be still, my soul: the Lord is on thy side. Bear patiently the cross of grief or pain. Leave to thy God to order and provide; In every change, He faithful will remain.
after
This week’s Five Minute Friday prompt is: after. But before I begin, I want to point you to Five-Minute Friday’s founder, Lisa-Jo Baker. Her post this week is the post I couldn’t write. In five minutes, she writes the song that plays on repeat in my heart. She paints the landscape that I see day in and day out. She knows. She gets it. She is one living in the after. http://lisajobaker.com/2013/04/five-minute-friday-after/ Now, for this week’s five minutes ... Ready, set … go: after the flood, there was a rainbow after the storm, there is calm after winter comes the spring after the...
broken
It's Five-Minute Friday time ... and this week's prompt is: broken. Five minutes of free writing, no edits. Join up here. Here we go ... If you scan the pews carefully, you’ll see them. Peppered throughout each row, they are there. The broken ones. The one who lost his teenage son to the recklessness of a drunk driver. The one who subconsciously cradles her abdomen in memory of the multiple miscarriages she has endured. The one who knows she should be happy, but just can’t seem to shake the baby blues. The one who is losing his grip on a marriage that teeters on the brink. They are the...
extreme makeover
Guest writing over at StartMarriageRight.com today, talking about the common desire to give our spouses an extreme makeover. Click here to read the full article.
cemetery
I took my kids to see my mother’s grave today. They weren’t able to travel for the funeral, so this was the first time they had ever seen the plot in which their beloved grandma’s body lay. We’ve been in town for seven weeks, and they had asked me repeatedly to show them where Grandma is buried, but every time they asked I would tell them I didn’t feel like crying that day, and would add other excuses like, ‘The weather’s too cold,’ just for good measure. Today the weather was still cold, but the elusive winter sun had made a rare appearance. More than that, I found myself void of any...
remember
I cringe inwardly as this week’s writing prompt appears on my screen: Remember. My soul winces at the word. Sometimes I just don’t want to remember. And yet, how devastated I will be when I actually start to forget. Then I wordlessly rebuke myself for my defiance, my desire to resist remembering. Why shouldn’t I remember? I have so much good to remember. So much. An abundance of good. Then I remember. I remember what He said. He said, “Do this in remembrance of me.” He wants us to remember what He has done, and tell of all His works. Remember. Remember the good and the bad, and be...
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