Originally posted December 11, 2011. Of the Father’s love begotten Ere the worlds began to be, He is Alpha and Omega, He the Source, the Ending He Mary Joseph came home tired tonight. He tries not to let me see, but I know it wears on him, the talk of Rome and taxes and blood […]
“Then when Herod saw that he had been tricked by the magi, he became very enraged, and sent and slew all the male children who were in Bethlehem and all its vicinity, from two years old and under, according to the time which he had determined from the magi. Then what had been spoken through […]
We gathered in the living room, this first Sunday of Advent, our just-delivered, two-days-fresh-from-Oregon fir tree filling the house with its sweet-spicy scent that says “Christmastime” like no other. Bright flames danced in the fireplace, and our mom danced a little too as she strung the lights about the tree to a Christmas concert of […]
Christchurch Meadow, Oxford, in January. It has been a rather gray, drizzly day. Generally I love the rain, and I have enjoyed it today the few times it’s been heavy enough to actually pitter-patter, but coupled with people in our house not feeling very well—including me—and some general stress, it’s felt a bit dreary. This […]
“I wish you’d consulted me first.” Anyone who has visited Avonlea through L.M. Montgomery’s Anne of Green Gables books knows Mrs. Rachel Lynde, the village’s outspoken, know-it-all, kind-hearted busybody—and the first to set off newly-arrived orphan girl Anne’s redheaded temper. I’ve loved the Anne books since I was a girl, and seen bits of myself […]
I hadn’t felt very close to Him lately. Maybe it’s been partly the aftermath of my grandma’s death, the sometimes unconscious grieving that affects us beneath the surface. Maybe it was partly still being tired, as our whole family is, from the strain of the past month. And I kept filling my mind and heart […]
Trust…it’s been coming at me from all directions lately, especially in books. Trusting God seems to be a lesson He never tires of, or at least one I need to learn over and over again. …In One-Thousand Gifts by Ann Voskamp, which I am slowly nibbling my way through bit by bit. Her observation that lack […]
Laughter peppered our ride in the family car to my grandma’s graveside servicelast week—thanks in large part to my little four-and-a-half year old cousin. Her dimpled smiles, dark curls escaping her French braid, and innocent comments helped bring out the joy God was giving us amid grief. “What did one ocean say to the other […]
That’s where it feels like we’ve been, these past three weeks of my grandma’s transition from life to death, from earth to heaven. It’s been a bit of a blur, and with the funeral over, all still seems a bit unreal. During the week at the hospital, and especially the nine days after she came […]
Yea, though I walk through the valley Of the shadow of death I will fear no evil For Thou art with me Thy rod and Thy staff, they comfort me. Psalm 23 has taken on new—or perhaps old—and precious meaning for my family this past week and a half, as we have been walking with […]
