I’ve been wanting to join Lisa-Jo’s 5-Minute-Friday prompts for a while, and since I’m taking a bit of time to recharge this week, I have the perfect opportunity to participate. Five minutes of free-writing feels pretty appealing right now. The…
Light, Dark, and Goodness
Sometimes, you have to shoot in the dark. You have to let in every bit of light that is there – even the light your eyes don’t see. Photography is like faith that way, uncovering light – even in darkness.…
Considering Glory
“But I thought I could detect a moment–a very, very short moment–before this [my duty to please the Creator turned into the deadly poison of self-admiration] happened, during which the satisfaction of having pleased those whom I rightly loved and…
Scribblings: I Wish Online Was Real Life Sometimes
“It’s been quite a journey,” she wrote, and I read short bits of her story and somehow became part of it. She had a hard story too, and for just a moment, I was tempted to compare, to feel smaller,…
Shaken
Pete tells me he has never seen me so tired. Ever. And he’s seen me through a lot – a hospital stay, a return to the wheelchair, two pregnancies, two births, his paper route, and the start of a business.…
Dear God: What in the World?
So when You step in, it becomes apparent that it was You. Because nobody else could have thought of a judge in his seventies with a short fuse and 30 years of experience who would turn down a motion and…
Dear God – I Am a Wife Who Worries About Her Husband
He’s at work today, and there’s a hearing. He said he felt sick about it, sick with fear, worry, shame, that sense of failure and the weight of the world being so heavy on his shoulders. At least I think…
Blessing and Idle Words
Yesterday, I put a comment on my Facebook wall noting that if someone uses the word “blessing,” I automatically tune them out. I was smiling as I left the comment, but I was aware that my annoyance with the cliché…
Either/Or???
WARNING: Thorough rant and uncomfortably-directed God stuff ahead… I ran across an article yesterday that purported to give a young woman advice about marrying a man who had a porn addiction. The well-meaning author took a sagely-spiritual, egotistical approach and…
you have to leave the shore
His love is a deep, deep ocean, and I know this, but I sometimes pretend I don’t because I prefer the shore, because the view is better from here. but really, I’m not moving because I prefer the warm sand…