I’m still smitten by my renewed delights in creating things and in solitude. The dilemma is that moms have so little time for these leisurely delights. Singing can be done while driving. Dancing, with a child in my arms. Learning, during chores via podcast. Cooking- it’s a good thing I already enjoy it. All these add to my happiness-…
The gorge is dim and cool. Where moss does not cover the walls, wet rocks glisten. The roar of the waterfalls grows louder until our route suddenly flanges out- cliffs above, a cliff below and a 2 mile view of sun spilt hills beyond them. I bravely peer down to the bottom of the rocky bowl at…
I have been reading a borrowed copy of The Valley of Vision, a collection or Puritan prayers and devotions from John Bunyan to Charles Spurgeon. I recently read from p.26, “When I think upon and converse with Thee, 10,000 delightful thoughts spring up; 10,000 sources of pleasure are unsealed; 10,000 refreshing joys spread over my…
Bright colors are richer through tinted eye wear. So when you go leaf peeping this season, wear brown sunglasses. Choose a narrow winding forest road and drive toward the sun. When the breeze picks up, slow down and gaze up through the underbellies of sunlit leaves shimmying in the cool gusts. The leaves literally sparkle- like…
I did not model imaginative play to my son or inspire him into inventiveness. Creativity just flowed naturally out of him at thirty-six months old. Rather than building the towers depicted on the box, he places his blocks in a single layer radiating out like a mosaic across the floor. When we can’t find his…
Since our toddler follows our improvised bedtime stories so well, I was curious to see how he’d receive a chapter book. A barnyard book like Charlotte’s Web fit September well. So we plunged one chapter a day with warm milk and pillows into E.B. White’s beautiful descriptions of seasons, country-living, and farm animals. Linus knew every character well and immediately wanted them added to…
This letter to my 10-month-old daughter is part of the Letters to My Children Series. In each child’s journal, I write prayers, encouragement, advice and little memories for them to read later. Sweet Baby, Tonight, you and I laid on my bed silently staring at one another, faces an inch apart, for a long wonderful time….
Have you ever dreamed up a mission but wondered whether the idea came from God or from your own head? Obviously, discerning God’s voice correctly is essential to the Christian life. The task used to intimidate me, but through the years I have learned that discernment is not the stress-inducing puzzle I once thought it was. I have…
September is indecisive. Yesterday talked like fall; today is acting summer. The sun is warm; the air cool. This soft green green grass feels cold through my jeans. Bees and hummingbirds zip past butterflies in this sunny garden courtyard. Lasting petals are as bright as July. The garden smells like summer; but when I lift my…
Good morning, Autumn. This week, nights have progressed from air conditioned to windows open to windows shut. This morning the wood floor was cold beneath my feet and I donned my wool sweater. Good afternoon, Autumn. The yellow tomatoes taste like flowers. Sitting on our stoop after walking home from the farmers market, my 3-yr-old and I…
I look up from the full table, beyond the long white porch of Lauren’s rental cottage, at the changes on the lake. Before breakfast, savory crepes: eggs, bacon, spinach, tomato, cheese, salsa; sweet crepes: strawberries, bananas, nutella, home-whipped cream with four friends while our grad student husbands take Saturday midterms Cayuga lake was serenely still,…
“Son, look up into that huge dark sprawling 40-foot tree. Now look beyond the tree at the first star tonight. Did you know that that star is bigger than that tree?” “Nu-uh.” “Yah.” “Hey Heather, look at your tall dark sprawling problem that seems so huge. Now look beyond the problem at God. Didn’t you…
There’s something about gentle nourishing rain in a graveyard on a summer day. Especially this lush hillside 19th century cemetery. Ancient hemlock trees, mossy gravestones- many broken, deer wondering slow quiet and nibbling, crickets loud. I smell the earth and sense the life in this place, where I have spent and hour thinking, breathing, journaling about death…
1) Sunlight on water can be a thousand different kinds of beautiful. Even over the same body of water, this East Texas lake for instance, every morning sky reflects uniquely and changes by the minute. Every evening, I peer from this mezzanine-like porch through drooping cathedral limbs at the water and sky unable to look…
20 hours ago we were packing ice chests by candles light because this time yesterday a sudden, angry, lake-sloshing storm blew pine trees into power lines. I love East Texas thunderstorms… in different circumstances. The storm rolled in while my parents were buying 2+ days worth of groceries for the 16 guests coming to the…
This summer resembles last summer in that we move nearly weekly, but this season we are not family member hopping- we are church member hopping. Christopher’s 10-week internship just happens to be 30 miles from our last military duty station where we have many friends. After spending 3 weeks alone with a toddler and a…
From the front yard of our house of the week, we sense the local July 4 celebration flickering just below the horizon. Surrounded by rising fireflies below a clear sky that seldom looks so dome-like, I stand with my 4-mo-old on my hip. Nearby block parties smell as loud as they sound and I hope…
Does King’s College Chapel’s ceiling remind you of winter treetops on an unbending back road? Around here, where winter is long and tree-vaulted roads are common, I am reminded of cathedrals often. Lately, when I think of cathedrals I think of George Butrrick’s advice of prayer (1942). So every time I turn down a winter back road, naturally I feel an urge to pray… and drive…
As women, inside us is this longing- an insatiable need for validation, adoration, affirmation, affection, and devotion. And we are like, “Where is this coming from?” And where should we channel it? After we find comfort in the realization that we are not alone in our deep quiet longings, should we suppress them? Should we…
“Heather, I’m home. Oh, I forgot to return the library books. I’ll go back.” “No. I’ll go,” I snatched the keys from Chris’ hand mid stride. I love my children; I love our home, but I’ve been here for 28 hours straight. When since I got my driving permit have I jumped at an opportunity…
Coffee and watching petals fall with morning rain from courtyard tree.Sound, comforting.Site, lovely.Sentiment, sad but hopeful. In a few hours, our tree will no longer be full of bright blooms. While I am sad to see the change, I have hope because that tree will not be bare. It will turn a new and vibrant…
This woman’s testimony is powerful. So many people feel what she feels and are quiet. So many people do not know what she and others feel and choose ignorance over the discomfort of finding out. It’s hard to listen to, but it is important to hear. PinterestFacebookTwitterEmail
Good men have a choice between ending demand quietly (not soliciting sex, but not talking about it either) and ending demand loudly. Speak out. Watch a short video about Shared Hope’s Defenders. http://sharedhope.org/join-the-cause/become-a-defender/ PinterestFacebookTwitterEmail
Most of us agree, it is good to buy ethically sourced products, but how? PinterestFacebookTwitterEmail
I made a list of words that I love. I’m going to hang it on my cabinet to inspire me in the mornings- to motivate me to juice some veggies, do some yoga and spend some quiet time with the Lord. PinterestFacebookTwitterEmail
mtvU made these beautifully done informative videos and a neat interactive website. Interact and watch here http://thebackstory.mtv.com/. PinterestFacebookTwitterEmail
This week I saw the film rendition of one of my favorite musical plays and the musical play rendition of one of my favorite movies. Les Miserables and Once Christopher surprised me by taking me to see Once for my birthday yesterday! Standing room tickets are only $27.00 and I highly recommend them. The show…
Last night, my 14-month-old decided to close himself in my parent’s hall bathroom. Not a strange occurrence except that he also scooted the narrow glass-topped table slightly in front of the door. The table quickly became wedged between the door, doorstop and corner leaving us with only a 4 inch crack to watch him scream…
Reaching for carrot shoots and loose potatoes on farm stands, pointing at hopping finches, watching where the folk music is coming from and bobbing his head to the bass players beat while sharing a fresh lunch crepe with me in a courtyard farm market walking distance from one of America’s most beautiful college campuses. I…
May I cut and paste from BibleGateway.com? Psalm 10 2 In his arrogance the wicked man hunts down the weak, who are caught in the schemes he devises. 3 He boasts about the cravings of his heart; he blesses the greedy and reviles the Lord. 4 In his pride the wicked man does not seek him; in all…