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the lesson of the Gardener

By on Aug 24, 2017

She followed me down the drive way.  Our time together was dwindling down to days and not weeks. She stopped, smiled and stooped down by her gardenia bush now in full bloom and covered with the most fragrant white flowers.  I walked by that bush all summer. Each time I admired the lonely little gardenia blooms that sparsely decorated the bush. Each time I contemplated picking one to take home with me.  But it had this kind of hallowed quality….something about it kept me away, as if I had no authority to pick its little blooms.   That day, she stopped, smiled, stooped down by her gardenia bush and picked several of its most beautiful blooms and tucked them into my hand with the sweetest squeeze.  I buried my nose right into the middle of them and inhaled like a deep sigh.  We said our “see you in a few days” and I drove off.  Quiet, effortless tears rolled down my cheeks…tears...

bound in rest

By on Apr 17, 2017

I see so much of myself in little Adalei.   Today she was helping me water plants.  She was so focused on joyfully helping me, but then she quickly became focused on the task in front of her.  Helping me was no longer her objective, it was the actual task of watering plants.  It didn’t take long for her to become demanding to her older sister and harsh with her little brother.  He was totally getting in her way and causing her task to take much longer than before (so I completely empathized with her frustration). Either her rhythm had to change in order to accommodate her little brother or she would grow extremely frustrated.  The ladder occured.   I called her to me. The words that came out of my mouth stopped me.   “Addie—you are Jesus oriented…then people oriented…then task oriented.  Working like this-in frustration-is not how you were created to work. If you slow...

fig tree

By on Jan 26, 2017

Can I tell you a little story about a fig tree?   There is a fig tree I walk by nearly every day.  Its branches held so much fruit all through the long, hot summer. In fact, some of the branches would bow because they were so full of fruit. Often, the owner would come, examine the tree, pick the fruit that had ripened and fill up his tiny little basket.  And despite his best attempts to encourage passers-by from sampling, some of his fruit ended up in the hands of a very curious toddler…and I’m sure mine wasn’t the only one.   Fig season is now past, yet some figs remain.   A few weeks ago, I noticed something very interesting.  It stopped me in my tracks as I stood in awe in front of that fig tree.  Many of the remaining figs that sat on the branch were tiny, hard and probably not very good for anything. BUT a few of the figs appeared to have continued to suck the...

He Prepares a Table

By on Sep 1, 2016

  It was one crazy morning.  The baby had a fever, cold, and a newly emerging molar. He was on day three of being up at 4am. The two girls were at each other over everything—including where to sit at the breakfast table. And Judah. He was doing a splendid job of not missing any opportunity for mischief.   The sink full of dishes beckoned me.  I had visions of turning the water up so high that the noise of water would temper all the voices, making them come together like one large imaginary beach scene. I turned worship music on and started sinking down into the Lord like a nice long swim.  I had a whole day ahead and I knew I needed Jesus—and a few minutes of this little dirty dish getaway.   As I pushed up my sleeves to get started, I heard the smallest little voice next to me…”help me up, mama. I’m here to keep you company—me and my cars are gonna race right next to...

they promised freedom, they gave me a cage

By on Jul 29, 2016

(these are my thoughts after reading the speech Ilyse Hogue gave at the DNC) She stood backstage and looked across the sea of people, charged like electric blue. Momentum had been building all day and now was her moment. It was years in the making—years of sacrifice, long hours, networking…of fighting for position and power.   “Would they like me?” she wondered.  Her mind replied with its rehearsed response, “It doesn’t matter who likes you if YOU like you. You’ve worked hard and NOW is your time.”   She was immediately aware of the red power suit she painstainkly chose earlier in the week. She felt strong. And with a shallow breath, she tightened her jaw and set her ice-like eyes on the stage. This speech will set women free to chart their own path.  She held hands with the World and began to take the platform.   She walked tall and with confidence, power standing...