They remark to me about how organized I am, and I shake my head and smile. I am anything but organized. In most moments, my mind is no different from a tangled knot of variegated thread. Often, what looks to be one shade of green is actually two, and sometimes the knot is so knotted … Continue reading |a quiet mind|
I saw a gray uniform and a visored hat; Betsie saw a wounded human being. Betsie ten Boom spent her days in those Nazi prison camps loving, speaking well of those around her, believing the best could happen to even the cruelst and most inhumane of the Nazi guards. She believed that her persecutors could … Continue reading the Way
Waiting, I'm told, doesn't look like a body sunk down in the chair staring at a wall hoping for an answer that, if you're honest, you believe probably won't even come. Waiting doesn't look like asking everyone around you what they think so you can wallow in pity a bit more and sink into despair … Continue reading |the long way Home|
I want to believe Him this much. To know Him and trust Him and rest in Him this intimately. I can't even say these words with honesty in my comfortable, easy, suburban American life. I invent issues and troubles for myself. I come up with problems and exaggerate hardships and make my life some incredible … Continue reading |undone|
Choose gratitude, I’ve been told. His gifts are everywhere, so just be grateful. Keep a log of as many good gifts as you can. It worked. For a while. But logging a couch or the birdsong or a laugh, something orange or the curve of the water at the horizon–it was just … Continue reading Flannery O’Connor: Seeing Grace
In a 1954 interview, poet Robert Frost was asked, "What's your definition of freedom?" "It's being easy in your harness," he replied. _______________ I'm not so easy in my harness these days, if I'm completely honest. I look ahead at what's to come, and I feel this fighting panic shoot straight up through me and … Continue reading |undoing|
And then she looked up and saw it. The glory of existence. The quiet, unobtrusive gladness of being in this world. Gentle on the breeze. Alight. She remembered what she had disremembered. And there it was. Incandescent joy alive.