noticing and responding to God in our everyday life
Last week I wrote five blog posts. This week, let me check, yep this is my first one. It hasn’t been for lack of words. I have a post on bathroom scales and motherhood and other glimpses of life ruminating in my head. No, the reason I haven’t posted is life itself. Monday and Tuesday […]
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At his funeral, one by one they came up to the pulpit. They shared story after story of how my dad’s life had intersected theirs. Often a coffee shop the setting. He poured words of encouragement over them as the coffee flowed. Men in their 20s talking of him giving them vision for their life. […]
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I was sitting on our front porch. Journal in my hand, it is one of my most peaceful ways to start a Saturday. Atypical warm weather just a week after snow fell and fell. Snow that had quieted our busyness. Now warm currents created a misty, foggy day. Springlike smells in the air. Now only […]
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Here we are, the last day of 2012. It also marks six months since I began blogging. I’m learning in this new world of blogs that the end of the year seems to be the time to remember top posts from the year. Thinking of that, along with the anniversary, prompts me to remembrance. Remembrance […]
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This past Friday morning my achy body laid on the sofa. I could hear the laughter of my son playing legos with his Abuela upstairs. A late night airport run the night before had brought my mom into our home for Christmas. Even in my forties, my body must know it can now crash. Now […]
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“Mama? Mama?” His sweet, sleepy voice calls from the top of the stairs. It’s after midnight, I’m staying up too late with Christmas to-dos. I don’t respond verbally, but rise from my chair and head towards the stairs. By the time I reach them, I see he has turned and headed back to his room. […]
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“Dada? How does my face look like you? Although a couple of years ago, this conversation surfaces in my mind from time to time. I listened in from the kitchen. Our newly turned four-year wrestling in his own way with preschool conversations. My husband replied, “Well. We both have dark brown eyes.” My son eagerly […]
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The chairlift sitting empty over bare land, patches of snow here and there. Cabins and condos with darkness in their windows. No sounds of cars around. They all confirm my husband and I are vacationing in off-season of our mountain get away. Although not being used for it’s intended purpose, it invites rest and peace […]
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“Mel, guess what! My dad is going to Ireland to look into exchange programs for the college. My parents said I could bring a friend- do you want to go?” My heart beat fast at the words of my friend Julie. Friends since we were ten. What 24 year Boston girl wouldn’t want to take […]
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Melanie is attending Allume Conference next week. Jesse, Sarah Mae’s husband, hacked her blog with a challenge to all husbands of women attending. Write on her post on how the blogging community and/or the Allume conference has impacted your wife for good. (This is Melanie, hacking the hack to include a link to it here) […]
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Standing at the kitchen sink. Washing dishes. Each scrubbing a reminder of the gathering last night. Women talking, eating, looking at cooking catalogs. Gathered for a kitchen party. And as I wash, my mind dances on the edge of a precipice. Don’t go there. You know what awaits in that land if you venture into […]
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Dear 15 year old me, I laid in bed last night. Writing a letter to you in my mind. Words poured out so easily. It’s the fall of your sophomore year. 1982 (I know, that math can’t be right) In a few months you will be turning 16. I wonder what you will be […]
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And this button if you would like to read last years:
