I wrote this post after the Navy Yard news back in September, and for some reason never got the courage to publish it. I think of it now, with Gaza and Syria and so many hurting people. * Confession: I am so weary of people killing people. With the news full of bloodshed, it’s tempting […]
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We have some history at this campground. We remember it, as we drive the tent stakes and hang the clothesline and send the kids to the playground. There was the time I dropped Ryan’s phone by the pool. I reached out my foot to break the fall, and the phone skittered forward toward the water,
Sometimes it is better not to. I love this picture. It was taken in joy, riding a kiddie train with my son and the other first graders, but it belongs with the dark feelings of yesterday, when I visited a nursing home with a few ladies from church. Although I am trying to be as nondramatic as possible
Confession: I love communion. I wish we had it every Sunday like Catholics. The Lord Jesus is everywhere in our world, and touches us in a million different ways; but I like to think there are a couple of places He will never miss, a couple of intimate graces that always lead straight into His
Something so bittersweet about marrying off a little brother. He is going to be very happy.
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This week has been unbelievable, one gift after another. I spent time with teenage girls. I had pizza and salad with a friend. I spent time with town kiddos. I had Sunday dinner with his parents and a weeknight dinner with mine. I sat in a graveyard in the sun with no one but God and
His name was Heinz Gaugel. He died in 2000 at 73 years of age, but I met him five years before that, when I was an innocent and starry-eyed twelve. When I entered the studio, he sat with his back to me. A canvas road stretched away from him, with horses and buggies scattered along
Confession: I’ve been out and about a lot. Yesterday I realized that I’d been up till midnight three out of the last four nights, deep in laughter and conversation. I am both exhausted and new-made. I try not to tell other people’s stories on this blog, but I need to say that the ladies of
“Mommy, you needa buy DESE! …Can I try dem on? I think dey are a little too big.”
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Confession: Yesterday I walked out of a restaurant without paying. This is not a joke. And nobody else paid either. I just forgot. It was a little coffee shop where I went to get a drink with my mom and my daughter. Because our drinks weren’t all ready at the same time and because they