Sometimes I wish I could drink grace, mercy, and compassion (or at least a little verbal discretion) the same way you'd drink a morning cup of coffee. I have a feeling it might make the day a little smoother...
Monday, September 7, 2009
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Weeks ago, when he was so very ill, she began.
Sitting at his bedside, she read to him for hours. The sound of her voice, the characters brought to life, distracted him from illness as nothing else could. He began to look forward to the ritual, even as he began to heal.
Nightly he asks, "will you read tonight?"
Nightly, as I sit in the kitchen, I hear their voices echoing down the hall. Laughter fills the room.
I think she looks forward to the reading as much as he does.
They converse, he and she, about things other than the book they are reading.
Talking about school, friends, life. Nurturing the roots of their relationship.
I wonder if they both long for this time together as the day of her leaving grows closer.
And perhaps not just my mother's heart recognizes the swiftly passing days...
Sitting at his bedside, she read to him for hours. The sound of her voice, the characters brought to life, distracted him from illness as nothing else could. He began to look forward to the ritual, even as he began to heal.
Nightly he asks, "will you read tonight?"
Nightly, as I sit in the kitchen, I hear their voices echoing down the hall. Laughter fills the room.
I think she looks forward to the reading as much as he does.
They converse, he and she, about things other than the book they are reading.
Talking about school, friends, life. Nurturing the roots of their relationship.
I wonder if they both long for this time together as the day of her leaving grows closer.
And perhaps not just my mother's heart recognizes the swiftly passing days...
Monday, August 31, 2009
LPM Scripture Memory Verse 17
Friday, August 21, 2009
There's something bittersweet about watching your man-child head off to school with all the usual "guy" stuff--sideburns he hopes no adult will notice, shirt tail hanging out, backpack tossed carelessly over one shoulder--and a big yellow gift bag with artfully arranged tissue paper (courtesy of his sister) concealing carefully chosen birthday gifts for his girl.
Where does the time go?

Sunday, August 16, 2009
Sunday

Husbands, love your wives, just as Christ loved the church and gave himself up for her to make her holy, cleansing her by the washing with water through the Word,
Ephesians 5:25-26
May each of us allow the Word to cleanse us this day...
Ephesians 5:25-26
May each of us allow the Word to cleanse us this day...
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Friday, August 14, 2009
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