So there I was, holding Mom’s journal and weeping because she had written this beautiful desire (and more than written on the pages of a journal, it was written on the tenderness of her heart) to minister to children in poverty. And it broke my heart that such a desire was left unsatisfied. Years ago,… Continue reading To the World in a Box: God’s Faithfulness in Death
Sometimes my mother’s passing still lurches me into sudden panic, like catching my shoe on the carpet. I flail. Even after I find my footing again, it takes a moment for my heart to remember that everything is alright and I still know how to walk. The process of going through my mom’s things has… Continue reading How to Split a Journal Twelve Ways: God’s Faithfulness in Death
From my heart to yours,
Spring is on the horizon. I can smell it – beyond ice and salt and eight-foot banks, it fills my lungs, this warming air of early morn. And I hear it – in the tinkling of winter, melting from the roof, the window, the porch, the pines, where black-cap flits from bough to bough with… Continue reading Sustenance and Loam: A Poem of February
It isn’t the robin who draws me He only sings for the spring Or the ruby-throated hummer I don’t miss til I see her again It’s not the starling or the jay It’s not even the song sparrow It isn’t bluebird or indigo bunting Or even the friendly junco Who perches on snow-laden boughs Graces… Continue reading It Isn’t the Robin
