When I’m in the grip of fear, grief, or pain—I raise my hands to pray and sing. First my flesh bows, I force out words, as I fret from the weight on my heart. I shift my load to His open, pierced palms, where my thoughts are safe from harm. On the edge of that... Continue Reading →
"L" is in the clouds with new baby sister "E" to kiss and hold. "Babies are so cute!" "I think so too, I love babies." "I love her." "Me, too!" "I thinks she loves me." 'I think you're right. Baby E knows your voice." L nodded. "Inside Mommy's tummy Baby E could hear us talking. That's why... Continue Reading →
My daughter and four-year-old grand girl and I discussed modesty in ladies' clothing and swimsuits. From a preschooler's perspective--"Well, I'm not a lady, I'm a human." There it is.
"Grammy, we were catching worms at school today! Why do they eat dirt?" My on the fly response, "Well, worms eat dirt because someone has to." My four year-old grand girl then related a story of her preschool teachers instructing them about animals. "Grammy, did you know God made beautiful animals and things? God made... Continue Reading →
Once in a while, it is satisfying to actually go somewhere. We can spin our wheels and go nowhere more often than we wish to. Years ago, I travelled and lived abroad from the motive of adventure. A full year of sixteen countries--planes, trains, ferries, buses, hitchhiking, hotels, homes, and hostels. Even those exciting things are exhausting.... Continue Reading →
I'm on a birthday visit to see my grand girls. "L" is turning three soon. I love her curiosity and imagination that comes through her choice of words. I met her when she was nine hours old. She (almost) constantly cooed, squeaked, and hummed noises. I commented to her mama-"She is the noisiest newborn I have... Continue Reading →