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a psalm of david, when he fled from absalom his son
I'll be honest. Just writing this stuff on how to lament is tough. I've gotten feedback as I share on this topic that some people just can't relate. Some prefer to focus on the joy of the Lord, and others on simply finding contentment. And all due respect to other...
how we love
Lillee bounces down the aisle and slides into the pew like she comes to this church with us every week. She pulls a hymn book out of the rack. When time comes for the children’s sermon, she beats everyone to the platform steps and takes a seat next to Miss Jeannie,...
of waterfalls, honey, and mushrooms
The upper falls, they say, is the third largest vertical waterfall east of the Mississippi at over 200 feet across with a 48-foot drop. The river falls at more than 50,000 gallons per second and looks like honey tumbled. “Look,” my husband says. “There’s why.” He...
when you have no idea where you are going
It's been one of those weeks. You've had them, right? Times of hard decision-making and what-ifs that lead to more waiting and second-guessing and flip-flopped fear and trust, and you just want a final decision to be made and hope you can live with it. Except each...
in which i love winter
I'm a summertime gal. Bring on the sun, the heat, the sweat. Let me rock on the porch with a glass of iced tea, sporting a pair of shorts and my Tigers T-shirt, inhaling the scent of petunias. Or give me springtime, air heavy with the fragrance of lilacs, pregnant...
musings on grace
Saturday I snapped pictures of the Grand River out the corner windows of our hotel room on the ninth floor. Then my husband donned his black tuxedo with the gray vest. I slipped into a little black dress and rhinestone-sparkle heels. We walked under two-ton crystal...
i can see clearly now
Grace burrows into the hood of her orange sweatshirt and curls into pink plush on the couch. She complains of a sore throat, but she has no fever. Of course, it's only 49 degrees in the house. "I can't feel my fingers," she moans. "Do you want some gloves?" "No....
it’s a francesca battistelli christmas [an interview]
I've officially awakened from my tryptophan coma, which means it's officially time for the Christmas season to begin! The passing of Thanksgiving means that many of us are probably getting the Christmas decorations down from the attic, and the children are working...
does gratitude drip from your lips?
All moments funnel into one, swirl faster in eye-blurring fury and collide, shatter in slow motion. Metal against metal. I see the bike spin and slide across the concrete. D slams the car to a stop in the middle of the road and leaps out. I freeze in my...
in the tiptoe moments
I see the point of a soft pink triangle that cuts between two pine trees to the southeast, and a sparrow lands on a bare branch just outside my window. I peel back the Target-bought shabby chic quilt, the white one striped with pink roses, and slide from between...
afraid of the rain
Oh, LORD, I'm afraid of when the rain comes! I spent my lunch break on the patio behind the university administration building where I work, looking across the quad toward Mt. Saint Helens. I've lived in the Pacific Northwest for just over two months. They've been...
under the new sun with @smalltownpoets [part one]
Smalltown Poets is a band that's new to me but not new to the music scene. I got to talk with them a little through email in anticipation of their new album, Under the New Sun, that releases today. This is part one of that interview. BibleDude: You say you feel...