Gerry is watching Jr. hockey on TV in the living room and Molly is sitting on his lap and enjoying a collagen chew. What to do? What do do? I thought of going into my woman cave and reading or writing this blog post or doing some much-needed tidying and organizing, but it’s cold in…
It’s a quiet day around the old homestead as we ease into the first day/week/month of a brand new shiny year. I was up at absurdly early thirty with Molly, who decided that, since she couldn’t stay up to ring in the new year, she’d wake up a few hours after it dawned. I did…
How many times have I plucked a piece of bread or cracker from a silver tray, then taken a tiny plastic cup from another, larger, silver tray to prepare? Or plucked a small plastic container the size of a creamer you get in a restaurant filled with grape juice and cleverly holding a wafer in…
What a great week it’s been. I was inspired to jot down a few things that have sparked joy in me the past couple of days and thought I’d share it here. A good haircut (at last!). Seeing and hearing kids playing outside and wearing shorts and t-shirts. Flocks of Canada Geese returning from their…
I read about a man of questionable character who wrestles with God. There’s trouble behind and trouble ahead, and Jacob is caught in one of those back-against-the-wall places where there’s nowhere left to turn. He spends a long, dark, and sleepless night at the end of himself. Dawn breaks on a day he’s been dreading, and…
Molly and I were up early as usual. We woke to snow—one last (I hope) blast from Old Man Winter. His days are numbered; next week looks stellar in terms of weather. I watched part of last night’s Maundy Thursday service online this morning, thankful for technology. More thankful for Jesus. It’s after 2 p.m….