I sat in on my friends’ art class yesterday and I could taste the energy in the room. They walked in trotting because you just canNOT get through life when you’re that age by w a l k i n g. Because it was art, they came in all suited up for messy. And one …
Ramparts are defensive walls to fortify. I know this because I like words and I see one and, even when I know what it means, I look to find the next layer; to squeeze out of it all that I can to make the word picture in my mind come alive. I want to taste …
Every few weeks, I crave solitude. The ritual of getting ready to go somewhere and then going somewhere starts to feel like a train I can’t get off of. Even for good things. So. I take my ticket and exit the train for awhile. Last night I gathered all things honey and grain and yeast …
I go to lunch each day and sit with the kids because they make the light shine bright and I get to hear how much they like math and science (what?!) and that they are just really excited that their friend gets to spend the night tomorrow night and they have popcorn in their lunchbox …
Nothing throws you, God. Nothing. So when we are thrown? Pray Father, that we find ourselves landed in Your lap still holding our questions. Grab hold of our attention span and cause us to notice with Your heart. I’m asking you to remove the spirit of heaviness, the garment of mourning, and replace it with …