Monday, January 20, 2014

one mitten


Tomorrow I'll fly to Tennessee to meet the new baby. . . I've packed one mitten in my backpack
 for his big  sister. 
Today I showed off the mitten to the grandchildren who live here.
"Does she only need one mitten?" 
"Oh no, she needs two! Perhaps I'll knit up the mate during my airport wait." I answered.

Then we'll see if they fit -my first attempt at tiny mittens.

Really, though, I can't wait to cuddle the wee boy. . .can't wait to squeeze 2 year old hands.


Saturday, January 18, 2014

worthy pursuits- 2104


My sweet grand daughter, Adalyn, operates in 5th gear. . . and sometimes she crashes.
I can almost detect her breathing outside my bedroom door in the morning. . .she's just waiting for me, waiting for the day- she greets me with 10 decibels and if the trash man has already made his morning rounds, she shouts with glee, "I got 2 honks and a wave!"
If she doesn't offer first, I always request her little song,  "Good morning, God, this is your day, I am your child, show me the way."

mmm, I see Adalyn in me. . .
Eager for a new day, I operate in high gear and sometimes I crash- like one day  last week.
It wasn't the 2 planned coffees or the 3 unplanned  phone conversations, not really.
But I forgot- God, this is your day, show me the way. 

Soul,  in 2014, in all your worthy pursuits, Remember-

Trust in the Lord with all your heart and do not lean on your own understanding, 
in all your ways acknowledge him and he will make your path straight. (Proverbs 3)

Saturday, January 11, 2014

serving toast and eggs

I always relish the days between Christmas and the new year, that in between week when it's okay to be slow, to make few commitments- when there's a reason to be especially reflective.
Saturday after Christmas John and I were doing just that. . .then we heard from William, early.

William use to be our neighbor, living in the house across the street where occupants cycle in and out almost before we can greet and learn their names;  during William's brief neighbor status, my husband got acquainted with him a bit. William is profoundly deaf, a rather lost soul.

"Can I come to your house? I'm hungry. I'm at the bus stop." William sent John a text.

Well, of course, William could come. . . all week we'd been eating Christmas leftovers from the fridge.
"We can give William eggs and toast--not much else." I told my husband.

John returned William's text, "Sure come on over, we have eggs and toast!"

So, we welcomed William and fed him and the morning stretched on. I passed through the dining room now and then, observed the men intent in written conversation. I heard William's laughter and verbal outbursts, and I noticed my husband's face, engaged, happy to be with William.
The merciful man does good to his own soul. . .that's my husband.

Later I cleared away the dishes, noting that while William eats toast, he leaves the crusts, like the sandwiches I prepared him in the past. I glanced over some of the written conversation:

John: "How do you like your eggs? sunny side up? over easy? scrambled?" (in pictures)
William: "Do you have bacon or sausage?"
John: "Nope, I have popcorn. . .!"

Ahh, I am married to a wonderful man, still, in 2014.


Monday, January 6, 2014

about discernment

I'm thinking about the conversations that happened in my toasty, cramped kitchen during Christmas week.. .  not that my kitchen is especially conducive to worthy talk, but the oven heats it up and the girls make it happen. (and I get to be in the middle. . .)

One girl narrated intense challenges at her work place, "I need discernment. . .I need it!"
God gives discernment- cry out for it!


But I know that helpless feeling. . . what decision? which way to turn? how to respond, encourage, challenge? whether to let it go or bring it up? whether to do it now or later, to speak or keep silent?

I'm growing old- and I need discernment more than ever, so it seems.
"Your testimonies are wonderful. . .the unfolding of your words gives light, it imparts understanding to the simple." (Ps 119)

And the other day, at the onset of a new year, I read Proverbs 2.
I thought about my girls, and me, and you, with the resolution to read, pray, remember, remind. . .

Make your ear attentive to wisdom; for if you cry for discernment, if you  search for her as for hidden treasures, then you will discern the fear of the Lord and discover the knowledge of God. . . He is a shield for those who walk in integrity, guarding the paths of justice. Then you will discern righteousness and justice and every good course. For wisdom will enter your heart, and understanding will watch over your soul.



Wednesday, January 1, 2014

Quiet echoes here. . .2014

On Saturday sweet Evelyn turned 2 and we went to the zoo- a great family crowd.
She waved her leaf banner and the zebras swayed,  Happy Birthday, dear Evey, Happy birthday to you!


Then the great family went home. . .except for John and me.
(18 people, big and little, slept at our house Christmas night-and no, we don't have 18 beds,
but it worked and we laughed a lot.)

Quiet echoes here- the first day of a new year.

I discovered old journals wedged between shelves of dusty notebooks. I'm reading through one
from 1998. 16 years ago I filled journal pages with verses reminding me of  God's loving kindness- for me.

Though He brings grief, He will show compassion, so great is his unfailing love. (Lam 3:32)

The mountains may be removed and the hills may shake, but my loving kindness will never be removed from you. (Is 54:10)

still true

In January 1998 I copied a quote to remember. . .
"Relying on God has to begin all over again, day after day, as if nothing yet had been done." (C.S. Lewis)

still true 

So today, January 1, 2014, I'm relying on Jesus again, remembering his loving kindness for me, again.
It's a good day to remember.