Grace that begins it all
Remember that old poem about the qualities of children born on various days of the week? It started with Monday’s child, the one fair of face, and continued through the week. Some fortunate kids...
View ArticleLight enters again
I sit with a cup of coffee between my hands before the rest of the house wakes, and I gaze at the glowing Christmas tree. For a while, I search for favorite ornaments and think back to our girls’...
View ArticleMother labor, mother art
“You must once and for all give up being worried about successes and failures. Don’t let that concern you. It’s your duty to go on working steadily day by day, quite quietly, to be prepared for...
View ArticleWalking in a felty wonderland
Perhaps no other words from my childhood (save for magazine collage) rang with that same promise of colorful magic: Flannel board. Fuzzy technicolor stories sprung from the mouth of a grownup onto a...
View ArticleFive Minute Friday: Look
It’s Friday, and I’m meeting up with the community of Five Minute Friday at Lisa-Jo Baker’s Tales from a Gypsy Mama for some free writing. Here are the rules: follow the prompt, no extreme editing,...
View ArticleCelebrating the Journey of the Season: How the Same Can Be So Different
“Christmas says that we have everything going [for us] — Jesus, the journey and the dream.” Brennan Manning Something feels different this year. It’s a little difficult to put my finger all the way on...
View ArticleOn being boxed in
For the last weeks, Sici’s collected boxes. One fits inside another inside another. She will wrap them in different papers, and her friends will unwrap one at a time, passing the square around the...
View ArticleFive Minute Friday: Broken
Before Jesus died, he drew his followers attention to a kernel of wheat. If that kernel lived, he said, it would remain only a single seed. But, if it were crushed and broken, it would produce much...
View ArticleFive Minute Friday: Reflect
As we light the candle at the table’s center, we describe Advent to our girls as “coming,” as in not here yet. And it’s the anticipation of childhood Christmases that I might remember more than...
View ArticleThe light so bright
The tree shines so brightly this year. It’s amazing what 800 white bulbs can do to an evergreen. (I’ve been known to overdo the lights a smidge in the past.) Much fills our moments, hours and weeks...
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