{Dust to Dust}

This is the week I learned that our children do not belong to us. We are not gods, to create a small being in our image. They come to us needy and helpless, and we are Caretakers.  Lives, made up of oxygen, carbon, hydrogen, nitrogen, calcium and phosphorus, even heart, mind, and soul; each are but dust returning to […]

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{on feeling the crazies and hoping, still}

some days just are. crazy that is, when you wonder how to catch your breath.  and realize in a shocking moment that you may not be taking in h20.  and yet miraculously you’re still alive. panic, dread and fear threaten to consume. some internal, perfectionist voice screaming: this can’t be right? how can parenting be so hard? […]

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{I Believe}

I believe in God. I believe in God, and  what Jesus did, being human. Living fully, dying to atone for my messes, of which there are many.  That Jesus lives and now is with God the Father.  It is at times confusing and other days simple.  Just believe. Or choose not to, that is your right. I […]

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{faith is waiting, leaning in. a lump in the throat}

It is the prolific writer and theologian, Frederick Buechner, who said: “Faith is different from theology because theology is reasoned, systematic, and orderly, whereas faith is disorderly, intermittent, and full of surprises…. Faith is homesickness. Faith is a lump in the throat. Faith is less a position on than a movement toward, less a sure thing than a hunch. […]

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Running Toward Life

Writing the first words, after being gone is a little terrifying. I am out of sync. And that’s the greatest crime, the cardinal rule. Bloggers write.  Regularly, with precision and passion without pausing. But I took time off. I had to do it and I know that I was doing the right thing. I did it in order to learn, to read (I read half the Bible), […]

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{Fly Away From Me: On Children}

I woke up this morning, the sun creeping in earlier than I wanted.  Coming out of my dreams, I felt grief wash over my body, sore from running daily; I felt the years wash over me physically.  And fear. I am afraid for all the time—lost.  Gone. My children are almost grownup into people, yet […]

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