As a little girl who had lived all my short life in Washington state, I had no knowledge of how things were in the south. I didn’t realize, for example, that fishing is not an optional activity for Oklahomans. Apparently, even new, gangly-legged transplants are expected to pole-up and do their part. So shortly after our [...]
Archive for the ‘Wind Scraps’ Category
Ode to My Step Father
Monday, June 1st, 2009Sing With Me
Friday, May 1st, 2009She sits close to me tonight. Closer than usual. Sometimes, on some Wednesday nights, I can tell her mind is elsewhere. Those times, she’s not enclosed within the four walls of this church. She’s running free. But tonight she leans in close. It’s not that she’s snuggling–which she also does sometimes–it’s more that she’s just [...]
Isaiah 53
Wednesday, April 1st, 2009If Jesus had not left the beauty of heaven, where He was adored and worshiped as God, and entered humanity through a dark, cold cave of obscurity, if He had not endured betrayal by the ones He loved most, and stood silently while mere humans plucked out His beard and spat on His face, and [...]
Peep
Sunday, March 1st, 2009Oh, how I love spring. How can you not? I don’t care where you live, spring looks like the earth yawning and stretching its arms. It smells like hope, and new beginnings, and the promise of soon-to-be-cut grass. It tastes like a long-awaited picnic. It feels like bright yellow fluff. It sounds like the [...]
Light of the World
Sunday, February 1st, 2009I love that my husband doesn’t argue with me when I ask for things. This morning, while I was sipping coffee and correcting Tera’s math, he slipped me a folded sheet of paper. “Happy Valentine’s Day.” In the span of time that it took for me to reach for and take and open that [...]
On Trash, and Treasure…and Starting Over
Monday, January 5th, 2009On Mondays, we turn into an old married couple. Although no pastor I know ever actually takes an entire day off, Dave tries to stay away from his office on Mondays, and he likes to pretend (though I know differently) that he’s not thinking about church and the people it contains. We begin the day with [...]
Little House in the Snowy Woods
Monday, December 1st, 2008I am living in a snowglobe. Every handful of minutes, the wind visits the alders and maples and evergreens surrounding our house and sends a shower of white billowing about. Inside this globe, I sit in front of the woodstove and watch the orange glow on the other side of the tempered glass. The [...]
Not Too Late
Tuesday, November 25th, 2008She was sleeping when I began slicing onions and celery and a Granny Smith apple; when I crumbled one tube of maple-flavored sausage into my heavy black skillet, and stirred, and watched the heat rising in savory wisps. She didn’t see the coming together of a fresh batch of homemade poultry seasoning–all those spice containers [...]
On Poking and Gathering
Saturday, October 25th, 2008My friend Nathan is a character. During his first real “out in the world” experience (otherwise known as kindergarten), he became enamored of one little girl, a girl we’ll call Taylor Butler, because that’s her name. Every afternoon, when he made the pilgrimage back home and sat down to a snack and a debriefing with [...]
All’s Right
Thursday, September 25th, 2008My daughter sits at her computer, headphones in place, hands flying over the keyboard as she types in a homeschooling schedule for herself. Tera is most happy when she’s in “secretary mode.” I couldn’t say no when she asked, awhile ago, “Mom, can I please make up my own work schedule for school this year?” [...]
