Seeking to be CONTENT in all things, JOYFUL in HOPE, PATIENT in affliction.
I went outside to drink my coffee by the fireplace and the warming sun and light breeze summoned me to stay. Come find the first camellias hidden beneath leaves and fern fronds, it bade. Come to see if the hydrangeas are budding. Oh no! Something is infecting our berry vines. Make a note to head …
They are cutting down the tree. The angry sound of a chainsaw makes me think of enraged wasps. As exhaust fumes seep in around doors and windows, the sound – not really the sound, but the knowledge of what the sound means – gnaws at my bones. This machine is not just ripping the tree away, but our peace. The peace it steals is the peace that a mature tree brings to a space. Sadly for this majestic, leafy tree, it was planted in exactly the wrong spot and was tearing up neighboring walls and garage floors. The landlord said it had to go even as he lamented the need for more trees in …
Today, I took a moment. Sitting in a mottled patch of sun, I tilted my head back and watched the breeze run its fingers through the top of a tree. I listened to birds twitter. Were they arguing? Maybe, since the pair tore past me at top speed a moment later. I felt the sun …
One of my favorite gifts this Christmas was a new planner. I just love calendars in January. Empty pages of potential lay before me. In the early days of the year, all things are possible. I realized today that January gardening feels much the same. There was a break in the rain and mild temperatures, so I decided last Sunday was the day for my neglected garden. Late summer’s growth, once lush and inviting, was now drooping and half-dead. Hydrangea …
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This is the day which the Lord has made; Let us rejoice and be glad in it.Psalm 118:24 It felt like Saturday. That is, it felt the way Saturday used to feel when it was a separate day. It was perfectly sunny and 76 degrees. We planted tomatoes, and I traded extra seedlings with neighbors for a portion of yeast and a face mask. Yeast does not seem to exist in any local grocery. Our neighbors stood on …
SMALL MOMENTS FULL OF GRACE 