The One Where the Weather and I are Authentic…


We're getting March winds in April. They're blowing everything crazy. Even the trees look like they're hanging on for dear life. There's also rain, lower temperatures and next week the forecast calls for flurries. Yes, flurries. It's all a big mix in a season that just can't seem to decide what and where it wants to be. It's authentic, I'll give it that. The first glimpse out the window in the early morning tells you exactly what's going on, but it changes hour by hour. It's a seasonal tug of … [Continue reading]

When You Long for Bare-feet: Standing in Ribbons of Grace


The lilies on my kitchen table are still blooming. Even the little buds we thought would not make it, are trying hard to open to the sun streaming through the window. It's a brilliant sun. The kind you stand in when a ribbon of it crosses the floor. It warms sock feet and murmurs in its warmth that Spring is here.   Our Spring. Not yours. Not unless you live close to the great lakes and even then, you'd have to be close to my city, and in my city, close to the lake, because it changes things. … [Continue reading]

Do You Have a Minute for a Rainy Day Story?


There is rain, pounding on the roof, dripping down the windows and sinking into the dirt. There are rumbles of thunder and puddles forming on the muddy driveway. Spring rain. I love it. It's the kind that calls everything buried deep in a winter sleep to awake. The wind howls like a giant yawn. It's best to stay inside on these days, and let the earth do its job of rousing life. It's a good day for a story... It was a whirlwind of a weekend. Holy week and Easter, right through Easter Monday. … [Continue reading]

Easter’s Wind and the Beautiful Roar of Amazing Love


It is time to pick up the last Lenten Stone. Pick it up, and never let go. It is breathtakingly beautiful. In all our days, and moments, wherever our feet take us, we are encompassed by Love. His love. Yesterday was Palm Sunday, and while I imagined that day in Jerusalem, ...all I could see was Love.  This week is Holy Week. It is the final week of Lent. The footprints left this week lead us to the cross, and on to an empty grave. In the echo of each footstep,  ...all I can hear … [Continue reading]

When Love Rides In; Believing The Promise


Eliah lifted his face toward the sun, already risen and beginning to bake the city of Jerusalem. Seated in his place by the side of the road, he could hear the comings and goings of the city’s inhabitants. Although he had been blind from birth, his other heightened senses, had made him privy to information that was lost to those who could see. Each morning as he sat and listened to Jerusalem shake off sleep and begin the day, he prayed. And today was no different. Levi’s shout of greeting … [Continue reading]

When you weren’t expecting it… Hope in a hammock

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It wasn't what we'd planned. We dreamt of warm water and a lazy weekend by the pool. I packed a bag with more books than we could possibly read in two short days, but just in case and depending on what we felt like. When cold and snow grip tight and winter seems longer than its ever been, the best Christmas gift is a two night stay in a hotel, compliments of our four. And we drove off into the weekend after work two weeks ago Friday, dreaming of a little warmth and smiling like two kids on a … [Continue reading]