Piece of Poetry

The waiting seemed a small price that dayFor what the King had promised to repayHis faithful servant, his duty doneWhen homeward he his horse had spunWith jewels dancing, a gold crown hungThe great King’s beauties on his tongueFound at the gate he once had leftA little family no more bereft The waiting doneA Glorious welcome…

To Enrich the Soul

I went for many years without hardly enriching my own soul. They were years full of babies and sleep deprivation, endless meals and therefore dishes, exhaustion upon exhaustion. In my old blog of 10 years ago, I vividly recall a post entitled "The Mush of Motherhood" where I related the story of reading Hop on…

It Would Have Been Enough

The Jews sing Dayenu each year at Passover. It would have been enough. It would have been enough if God had delivered them from Egypt and not destroyed their enemies. It would have been enough if He had given them the Torah but not the temple. Messianic Jews add one more verse: It all would…

The Beach

This post was written last week with the intention of posting within a few days. Then Russia invaded Ukraine and it just felt wrong to plough ahead like everything was okay. This world is not okay and as the years go by, I find myself more and more disenchanted with this side of eternity. May…

in Him is light

Every year I have this weird block when it comes to my first post. Like maybe I’m supposed to be coming up with some great inspiring saga to set us all aglow with renewed spiritual fervor. But I have no fantastic stories, no slideshow worthy presentation. So maybe it’s better to just give you what…

Maybe Not So Strange

I said last post that it would be the final one of the year unless something very interesting occurred before we pop the confetti on the 31st. Well, something very interesting has occurred and I almost feel it my duty to the christian world to give them some extra context. If you've looked in the…

Let’s Have Tea

Maybe you could sit with me here awhile. I'll make you tea in my pretty green pot and set out a tray with chocolates and cookies. There will be a bundle of oleanders and cannas in an old pickle jar, because does anyone actually buy vases any more? I'd like to hold your hand. To…

Come and Rest

About five minutes down the road, I remembered what I knew I'd forget: my little abandoned glass jar of sourdough starter at the back of the fridge. We would be gone for three weeks and if I'm honest, it had been at least that long since I last fed my second baby. "She'll be dead"…

For the Kids and the Grandpas

There is a gift my children have only half received. I feel in some ways like we've all been gypped, but then, that would be denying God's wisdom. The other half will have to be given them by us, telling the old stories that can't help but embed themselves into their impressionable consciouses. They had…