Glory be to God above May Your love and mercy overcome On earth as it does in heaven. Let our every deed proclaim Your name And our hope for justice prove our faith In You, the author and perfecter You bring rest to the weary You bring strength to the weak You give peace to…
I wrote this in 2009 for a church youth group lesson, but it is applicable to anyone. PinterestFacebookTwitterEmail
> Comments of this sort appear on my blog posts quite regularly. I assume they are mass dispersed to various blogs, but why is it written in this manner? Perhaps they writer is trying to mask an advertisement a normal post… but the ad part of it is not very clear and it definitely doesn’t…
>Mom, So I attended a women’s Bible study group that meets every Monday morning- its pretty much a group for stay at home moms, so naturally they bring their kids. Chris asked me how it went and I acted it out for him: “So how has your week been? Honey, share the ball. My week’s…
>http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=7526193&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=1&color=&fullscreen=1&autoplay=0&loop=0 One Orphan from Children’s HopeChest on Vimeo. PinterestFacebookTwitterEmail
Written from a rustic fabriced chair in an eclectic Tudor-style coffee shop. Across the street, Princeton University stands like a young fortress, the way that Cambridge may have looked in 1550. Classes start in 2 days and America’s smartest freshman scurry around clueless and bumping into things. Outside, summer is seasoned to taste with autumn. Sunflowers…
>New gets old and interesting becomes normal. If you run from that fact then change just becomes routine. PinterestFacebookTwitterEmail
>First at 4:00, after I left the walled garden and sat on the green grass of the allee facing the Georgian-style Phipps mansion, I tilted my head back like a sun-hungry flower and closed my eyes to better feel the wind as it swirled my hair upward and rolled up my neck and face urging…
>Amongst stone and steel, we approach a patch of green. A network of herb-topped tables across from mazes of “summer annuals.” Between the networks and mazes, bustles a classy throng. Girls in the dying fashion of long blouses over tights and ballet shoes sniff flowers. A granola couple in dreadlocks under worn bandanas walks with…
>Every day, when it is time for my puppy to go into her crate, I simply toss a treat into it. She follows the snack right in then I close the door. Once she finishes eating and realizes what has happened, she cries and rustles around unhappily. EVERY DAY. I take this to mean that…
>Last night, I looked up from carving the leftovers of the chicken I had roasted for dinner while listening to my JJ Heller station on Pandora.com after coming home from my first full day of work and smiled. The chicken turned out really good; I am so excited to have a job in general; and…
>From my favorite bay window of my favorite coffee shop, I noticed a jamboree hoppin in the long shadow of Market Square’s church. Four motley men strummed, plucked, and tapped facing a horseshoe of bouncing spectators. I rushed to join. The group made a sort of raspy sound. They sounded like a cross between The…
Chris brought up an interesting point tonight when I almost fell in the toilet (ya slightly personal, but it supports my metaphor). He left the seat up again and I just sat down expecting to land on the seat. Since I am “very small (in his french accent),” I really did almost fall right in….
>Sitting in a park in Boston.left: old brick wharfright: extension of soft grass under mestraight ahead: rows of Easter-colored tulipsbeyond tulips: teenage boy drumming on plastic pales, a kitchen pot, an iron skillet, and the concreteagainst my back: the trunk of a cherry blossom treeoverhead: 3-dimensional piece of art- pink clusters like densely packed bouquets…
>I drove down Storrow Drive during the part of the day when the sun is so big that it can barely be eclipsed by a beach ball. Across the Charles River, the MIT dome reflected the shade of orange that usually precedes the shade of pink. On the river, the boats’ sails shone like triangles…
Did you know that Volkswagens have locks on their hub cabs so that tires cannot be removed with standard tools? Well, after the auto shop could not find our key (prob bc the last auto shop accidentally kept it), I had to purchase a new one for a whopping $27.00 (we’re talking about a 3″x3″…
Most would leave Manhattan to see the spring, but I wanted to go to Manhattan. The contrast of the lively cherry blossoms against the steel and concrete intrigues me. So, Chris and I ventured to the city to enjoy. My favorite part comes in a week or two when the blossoms begin to fall- when…
>I rode the Fung Wah bus into Chinatown and stayed with Brian Stout in his “cozy little money-sucking fire hazard” (Manhattan Apt.). Every tree-lined sidewalk in the city was bursting with bright white. Whenever a wind blew, tiny petals fell into my hair and fallen petals swirled upward into my skirt. Chris’ ship pulled into…
> We found out this week that Chris’ next job is at sector New York. Fort Wadsworth is on Staten Island (the orange burough) A toll bridge away from Brookly and a free ferry ride from Manhattan. Believe it or not, the south side of Staten Island has trees and grass! So we sought rental…
>The sun came out. Finally. So I opened the window to let the shine in. As I ate my homemade italian sausage and brocolli pasta lunch, I admired the contrast between Dick’s white fence and the green green grass. As I admired the greeness, I noticed that the bush acorss the street had yellow buds…
Oh wow. What gifts friends are. And how loving my lovely gifts happen to be. Rachel, Dana, and Laura all flew up here at the same time! I picked them up in Boston where we did some shopping and bookstoring then drove to my cute house in Kittery, Maine. In the mornin, we woke up…
>Today, the snow stopped falling heavily from the sky and started falling heavily from the trees. This morning, I sat behind my storm door while I ate my cereal and watched the heavy chunks plummet and splatter. The falls were so frequent that there was rarely only one splattering at one time. PinterestFacebookTwitterEmail
>I have had multiple conversations lately with Christians who struggle with the lie that they are not good enough for ministry. They feel like someone else must be better equipped to do the job that they are being called to do. College students directing summer camps, young women mentoring youth, and youth leading younger youth…
>Chris, I’m suddenly crazy about sweet Italian sausage. So for dinner tonight, I had penne pasta with sausage and green peppers with sea salt and a touch of Parmesan cheese. I made it up. I ate it on a red plate because things taste better off of red plates. Oh and I got a Fish…
>No, I don’t know Betty Botter; I just wanted to combine two tongue twisters. Today, a woman-friend taught me the art of mixing, kneading, braiding, baking, and glazing homemade wheat & sesame seed bread. I felt like a 1940s housewife. Her whole adorable house smelled of firewood and bread dough. During rising and baking intervals,the…
>interesting, huh? AND Little John does the exact same dance with Clucky http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YineYdEwTAQ&NR=1 that Balu does with the orangutan in Jungle Book http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c9cWkUhZ8n4&feature=related. BTW, the same actor plays both bear character’s voices. And in this same scene, a the band members are taken directly from Aristacats! Don’t tell me the love scene doesn’t remind you…
>My sister-in-law wrote this. I love it :). “The Father’s Love” A Father gently strokes the head of his young child, her eyes gazing up into his. “All the world is for you”, he tells her. “Every mountain is so that you may be close to the heavens, every brook to reflect your beauty, every…
>Big eyes in baby beds Bandwagon bobble heads Base drum, humdrum, clones on parade Saturdays in shopping malls Phone calls from bathroom stalls Pitter patter, bitter batter, bottled renegade Despondent fools on bar stools Buoyant boys on red bull Bad habits, “dag nabit”, old hopes delayed Sing along with Spinal Tap Hypocrisy’s a booby trap…
>My husband is helping in Haiti with the Coast Guard. PinterestFacebookTwitterEmail
>Luke 17:5-6 The apostles said to the Lord, “Increase our faith!” He replied, “If you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mulberry tree, ‘Be uprooted and planted in the sea,’ and it will obey you. Sometimes, I forget just how limitless Jesus is. He has calmed storms, healed…