Category Archives: Purposeful Living
Slapped awake
It was morning when I told my children. Told them that Jason was very very sick. That he might die. They asked me, “Who??” and I told them, “Joshoni” which is how we all pronounced his name, there, in Bundibugyo. … Continue reading
Domino Dreaming
Dinner was chicken pot pie which I made too soupy but which surprisingly everyone enjoyed more than the usual version. Now David is washing dishes, and the kids and I have pulled out a few games, and it’s fast becoming … Continue reading
Creeks and Creating
The final day of our spring break, a Sunday, and we rested from church today and stayed home as a family to create and explore. I hauled the sewing machine out along with a stack of discarded clothing and a … Continue reading
Women of Mention
After a morning in the healing rooms, I came back to my favorite place: home with my family. We made a simple potato cheddar soup and then settled in to watch a special library movie: Mrs. Potter. And what a … Continue reading
Saturday
We wake to the sounds of Egypt and we watch, as a family, the signs graffittied up on Arabic on flags and banners all over Cairo – Down with Mubarek – and the people shouting and the blood and the … Continue reading
Simpler Living
I remember our Annapolis days; days of the big home and the big messes. Days of the baby and the toddler and hands clutching and voices calling. Days when I seemed to get almost-nothing done. In those days we had … Continue reading
His Presence, available today
“To lift up the hands in prayer gives God glory, but a man with a dungfork in his hand, a woman with a slop pail, give Him glory too. God is so great that all things give Him glory – … Continue reading
“My dog’s in jail”
Imagine loving your dog so much that you’d sleep outside on the streets during winter so that you could keep him with you. . . . . . Imagine your Christmas present coming early on Christmas Eve and being . … Continue reading
Seeing Grace
I run towards Trader Joe’s in a heavy drizzle, the grayness of the day rendering morning like half-evening. Life is slowed, quieted by the precipitation. There is a stillness, a waiting, a pregnancy to the day. I enter with wet … Continue reading
In which I cook, bake and generally surprise myself
It was a Saturday with nothing on the calender and two sweet children who wanted nothing more than to romp all around home with a neighborhood friend or two. I got up slowly . . . . I savored coffee … Continue reading