Posts tagged "growth"

Plants Grow in the Dark

I do not know why Some plants grow In the sun, and some In the shadows, But I do know They still grow. - Morgan Harper Nichols - A long, rectangular patch of dirt runs along the side of the house we share with my in-laws. It’s a garden, but no one would call it that at the moment. Pine needles lay like a blanket on top of the soil,...

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Trusting in the Work of Time

The woods are wild in the late German summer. Grass inches toward the road, creeps over the pavement, reaching for the concrete. Trees grow into each other from opposites sides of the road. Shades of green are everywhere. Deep, dark fir, jade vines, brighter chartreuse on bushes, celery-colored leaves. It looks overrun, like the gardener took a vacation and didn't have anyone to cut back the growth while he was...

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On Pride, Gluttony and Macaroni au Gratin

I am dating myself. Sounds totally weird, huh? I am dating myself because I have just recently walked straight out of the longest, most grueling wilderness of my life and I am not dead. I am, surprisingly, alive and thriving. I am telling the whole truth and nothing but the truth, so enable me Jesus. I have a keen awareness of just how narrow the narrow road really is. I’m...

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Finding Your Welcome Again And How Tomato Soup Can Heal

We spent the summer mostly by the pool. Those plastic loungers acted as a cradle of respite for me, a safe, uninterruptible space for me to wrestle with my angst related to community and a wound that oozed far longer than seemed reasonable. I was near militant about our pool going. Mostly, the kids were on board, but even on days when they turned their toes in and sighed, again?!...

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On Peace and Growing Older

I will be forty years old in less than sixty days. This is not sitting well with me.   I remember crying the year I turned thirty because I had four babies, a husband working two jobs and going to seminary, and an address far away from anyone who could show up and rescue me from my exhaustion. Life was not turning out how I had planned and I was...

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The Joy of Remaining and Watermelon

This summer has been marked by rhythms which are a bit off beat. Perhaps they are syncopated, mostly beautiful, but different. As women we establish routines and traditions, often following the seasons and the calendar as we make our life within our family and home. Our old normal, the paradigm we grew accustomed to when our children were young was one of embracing summer, racing headlong into the three month...

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Recovering From Busy

Since cracking open Shelly Miller's book, Rhythms of Rest, I've been captivated by learning about the gift of Sabbath that I've been missing out on all my life. I've also been confronting my busyness. Why do I stay so busy? And why do I fake being busy when I'm not? Why do I resist rest? If I'm being honest, I'm so busy because a lot of times it's just easier that...

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How To Find the Spirit of Sabbath on Summer Vacation

“I think we need to cancel our summer vacation,” I said to H, surprised by what I heard myself saying. Saturday arrived without fanfare and we missed the morning hours by sleeping through them. Sipping coffee and reading from a warm spot in bed, he looks up at me, makes eye contact and replies with words that bring relief. “I agree.” We’d been planning to tick boxes off on a...

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On Rest And Going Slow

“ Mom, what’s for dinner? Will dad be home? Is there going to be garlic? You know I don’t like garlic!” Questions pinged one after the other from the backseat of our suburban as I shuffled my girls home from ballet class. I ran through the evening’s logistics in my head, unsure of how to answer. Would Josh’s meeting run late or would he join us for dinner tonight? How...

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On Marriage: Hunger And Fullness

We live and breathe and have our being within a place of oneship. We are tethered, man and woman, anchored to our Shoreline. This is good for our one vessel. All the shared living within a place of oneness leaves us both hungry and full. Satisfied and longing. We come to the table hungry for grace. It is our fuel. It feeds and sustains us. We come to the table...

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