The Little Things

Everyday I’m not left in the dark, or floating in space, or without a bite or something to wear or air, I believe all over again what I’m prone to forget: God is good. His graces are daily. He brings up the sun, pulls tides, grounds gravity, gives food, changes seasons, allows me to work,…

How My Friends Supported Me

What do you do when one of your best college friends moves to the beach? You round up the rest of the gang and head down to see her. This is just what we’ve done for the last several years, and it’s come in the nick of time for some of us. While we’re often…

The Prodigal Mom

This is a story about me and my baby, who’s now 22, and the misery we walked through together to find a love connection. It’s a story of our mutual failure, but it’s a story with a happy ending. I lived the miracle. I watched it change me. And then I watched it change my…

The Wake Up Call that Frightened and Delighted

I’m awake and up before The Cowboy has gone to bed. It’s 1:21 a.m. and too darn early. I went to bed at 10, but I’m wide awake now. I’m afraid I’m getting weird. Unbalanced. And while I really love getting a jump on my day, I’m also afraid I’m getting pulled out of sync…

What Happened When I Was Angry with God

We had a threat of frost predicted for 2 a.m. Unsure of whether or not the pots I'd planted at church would make it--with Easter coming up, it seemed a shame to risk it--I grabbed garbage bags and shish kabob skewers and headed out. I hadn't bothered to unload the yard tools that were in…

Morning Scramble

Hit, crack, plop. Eggs are beaten; shells are tossed. It’s breakfast with toast and jam. (Forgot this week to pick up ham.) Fire in family room roars and pops. Just how I like it and not too hot. Another log? Please don’t bother. I’ll have to move somewhere farther. All at once, a face is…

The Day God Amazed Me

Hardly churchy, much less Presbyterian, our pastor steps aside the Sunday after Thanksgiving rather than preaching and lets anyone who wants to, step up and tell what they're thankful for. David, age 8, thanked God this morning for getting to watch anime on his computer and for cars, "just for lots of cars," he said…

To Thrive Where I’m Dry

Dug up. Tilled. Hard words are augers Where they’re spilled. Does your hand hold the plow? Sow bitter seeds that fall? Planted with tears, will you bring a harvest after all? You see the harrowing. You hear when I call. No need to explain. You understand it all. Sprout me green From this soil of…

Holy Hangout

“The Lord reigns,” I read in psalm 99 this morning. It’s not my schedule or my son or my sins that reign. It’s not the calls I need to return or Covid-19 or conservatives and democratsor cronies at the gym. I could fill up the page with all the causes and concerns that do not…

The Jerk and His Spoiled Brat

My phone dinged, “How about a hike?" came from daughter in law, Lollie. They picked me up a few minutes later, and we were off for The Pocket Trail in Chickamauga, GA. The boys were strapped in back when they arrived, listening to Harry Potter. Lollie seemed different--serious and quiet. Once we were on our…

When God Opens My Eyes

I read, “Surely God is my help;the Lord is the one who sustains me.Let evil recoil on those who slander me;in your faithfulness destroy them,” Psalm 54:4-5. Wait.Not that last part, God. Not destroy.Redeem my enemy and me. Swallow our strife. Open blind eyes.Like the centurion, who saw Jesus and believed,while at his post,doing business.…

When I Went a Little Nuts and Then Recovered

I’ve been lying in front of this window in our foyer for so long, I’m beginning to see faces in the tree trunks and branches. One face smiles broadly while shielding its eyes, looking out from under its leafy mask, no doubt an identity disguise. Tree trunk faces are piled up one on top of…

The Kids Are Grown and (Mostly) Gone, so Who Am I and What Do I Do Now?

Listen to today’s post, read aloud by Eve Our “baby” of five kids is just two short weeks away from being 21. It occurs to me that even though he’s living with us temporarily and working, he’s for all intents and purposes grown, though maybe not entirely gone. It also occurs to me that it’s…

What All the Shoutin’s About

I like imaginin’ praise comin’ outta my house, loud enough to wake up the sun and bring it runnin’ up my mountain, just to see what all the shoutin’s about. Inspired by Psalm 108:1-5 “My heart is steadfast, O God;I will sing and make music with all my soul. Awake harp and lyre! I will awaken the…

The Best Gift Mama Gave Me

I was the family gift wrapper, the child asked to wrap even her own Christmas gifts. My mother would give me a taped box with an unseen gift inside.  I liked nothing better than a stack of boxes, a bag of bows, and rolls and rolls of patterned paper. I loved the sounds of wrapping—the…

The Win

Your words are heardWhile on this earth.A heart is stirred.So begins rebirth. My take away hereIs God for the win, The magic-mirror, And love never ends.I'm never nearerTo him than whenI let go of fearAnd let him in.When love shows the way,I can rest in the search,Hear what you say,Get down off my perch. Let…

Avenger God

Guard your turf,Avenger-God,Judge of earth.Pay back the proudfor their loud mouths.How long, O Lord,will the wicked be glad?How long will their wordsboast and brag?They pummel your people;they crush your kids.They kill widows and orphansand immigrants.They believe you don't see.Well, listen up, fools!Get a clue!God makes the rules. Give him his due!Ear creator hears.Eye designer sees.Knowledge…

You’re Invited

I've begun to post my Bible journal as a devotional on "I Want More," http://iwantmore.blog. I'd love to have you take a look. For my kind followers, this is the only email you'll receive from me about it, unless of course you choose to follow the new blog. I hope to keep posting stories monthly…

What Gets God Up and Running

When I stumble in my spiritual life, whether it’s a whole-hog wallow or just a baby toe in the dirt, my comeback is the same:  I turn around and head home to the Father.  And I receive his love and forgiveness.  And then I head into the after-party. Pretty simple, really, regardless of whether it’s…

Home

God, you’ve been our home since Adam. Before the mountains were born, before you birthed the world, before time began ‘til forever-- for it’s never over-- You. Are. God. You scooped dirt clods, breathed life into dust. You take back our breath, Say, “from dust-to-dust they must.” Mankind is nothing much. A thousand years in…