Oh dear, my Martha, Martha my dear. At the present moment, my younger daughter is coming out of a fabulously intense developmental stage. Suddenly my baby is no longer constantly clinging to me. She has new confidence to strike out on her own. I hear the sound of her distinctive scoot-slide, scoot-slide – whose efficiency … More One
Has it really been nearly two months since my last post? Dear me. I would have missed February entirely, if leap year weren’t providing me with this extra day. It feels like a cheat, doesn’t it? Like we all get a time turner for one day. I’m still finding my voice in this new place. … More Wrestling – Or, Learning to Love Twisted Stitches
I have come to worship. I find myself in a dirty, smelly, noisy hole in the ground, lit by guttering lanterns and crowded with sleepy animals. But the revulsion is momentary: I have come to worship. There he is: a baby. A newborn. He doesn’t smile or sit up or coo or any of that … More Climb In: A Christmas Meditation
Today we’ve been here for three months. But it feels longer, since we’ve gone from late summer to what is definitely early winter. It isn’t that cold yet, at least not all the time. On very mild days, like today (high of -6 C) I was downright hot walking to the library and back! But we’ve had … More This Week in Red Wool
We plan to pull away from our house in about eighteen hours. I would say we are about 3/4 packed at this point, with nearly everything else staged and ready to be shoved in bags at the last moment. The house is a wreck, but it’ll keep. We aren’t really bringing that much (the hideous … More Planned, Staged, and Lifting Off
So, Christmas happened. What follows is a sermonette that kept bouncing around in my head all Advent, and really came home during our Christmas trip home. It isn’t too long, but for those of you just here for the pictures, keep scrolling! * * * This Christmas season, I keep being struck by that phrase. … More Good Will Towards Men
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