I turned onto our street yesterday evening, just as the sun traded its midday glare for a rose-orange glow. A dozen or so pigeons had gathered at the corner house, some on the lawn, some milling about in the street. When I passed, they rose as one, falling in beside and above my car like […]
First, the serious tale. O Eli, there’s a sanctity in your innocence A certain beauty and no uncertain strength That brings me to the faith, I don’t know if I, If I am climbing to or falling in, But it comes like grace from your tiny hands When I hold you in mine . .
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Saturday morning George said he and Jacob were going to Longview to do some shopping. When I heard the back door close, I slipped onto the piano bench, ready to play and sing my heart out. I don’t mind playing and singing when people are around, but I love the freedom I feel when it’s
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I’ve pretty much been absent from cyberspace for the past week. I’ve also been absent from most of my normal routine activities. And for good reason. Grace and her way-too-adorable boyfriend, Curtis, left paradise (i.e., summer in Seattle) and spent the first week of August with us here in boiling East Texas (motto: “Let’s sweat
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I was sorting some papers and found a few notes I’d jotted when I attended the Friends of Hope camp for brain injury survivors with Jacob last fall. I’m writing this here so I won’t forget it. It’s a spark of joy. A tiny firefly in my memory jar. Toward the end of the day
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Last night George, Jacob, and I were enjoying a nice dinner, when Jacob suddenly announced he couldn’t eat any more because something was stuck in his throat. Me: “I know what’s stuck in your throat. It’s just the words you were about to say. You were going to say, ‘Oh, Mom. Your beauty flows out
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This morning I read Mark Bertrand’s thought-provoking post at The Master’s Artist, and ever since my mind has been dancing around the importance of both logic and beauty to understanding Truth. I believe in education–in studying philosophy, history, and theology to build a foundation for faith. But God is more than a slab of concrete.
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Today George and Jacob are in Dallas attending a Friends of Hope Day Camp for brain injury survivors. They’ll be home this evening, and I’m excited to hear a full report. I accompanied Jacob to the last camp and wrote about the experience. If you missed that post, here’s a link. I pity you if
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Wow. So I had to slog through all sorts of cyber debris just to find this journal again. But here I am. And boy-oh-boy, aren’t YOU glad! Hello? Um, anyone still out there? Hmmm. Well, just in case someone happens by, here’s an update. We’ll start with a news flash: The holidays are over! This