Posts tagged "seasons"

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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The Table Of Suffering

She lost her baby that fall. It was early in the pregnancy, but there had already been celebrations and joy at the positive test. Then there was blood and aching and sorrows that sliced them open. Our baby came two months later, the little girl we were planning to adopt. And it was too early. Way too early. I sat in a NICU holding her impossibly small hand and praying...

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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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Feast + Fallow

Few things bring me sweeter joy than driving from Cincinnati, Ohio to Bargersville, Indiana in the middle of summer after a long day of work. As I leave the Queen City in the passenger seat of Mike’s rattling black Mustang from the mid-2000s, I watch the hills flatten into fields. Rows of corn and soybeans end at the horizon, dotted with homesteads and barns (some of which date back to...

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In Which A Meal Is My Only Goal

Life has been a little weird for me. Maybe weird is a bad description? Maybe unstable is better. Maybe for the first time in my life I am truly grappling with those old words from Paul, “For I do not understand what I am doing, because I do not practice what I want to do, but I do what I hate.” Romans 7:15 (HCSB). Is the visceral understanding of these...

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Fighting Boredom with Loveliness

Every year this time of year, I find myself in a rut. The days are gray and I’m weary of cold weather. The buzz of the holidays has quieted and the change of routine that comes with summer seems far off. It’s a season filled with writing and work, causing the days to blur. My table becomes a metaphor for my life. In the past few months, my crockpot has...

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Stop Striving, Start Sitting

Martha comes out of the kitchen weary, sweat beading down her brow and wispy hair coming undone to complain of her sister Mary’s laziness. Jesus directly, but kindly tells Martha her striving is done in vain.  She is told to do as her sister, to stop the striving and do what is right, which is to sit at his feet.   Can I insert, “I hear you Jesus, but who...

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Simple Hospitality

I walk through the freezer section of the grocery aisles and consider what foods might be an option for my family over the next few days. I don’t have the fire within me to make something fresh, and if I’m honest, it feels like that flame has flickered low for awhile now. I prefer things from scratch and my heart longs to give my very best in everything while doing...

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Encourage Them to Linger Longer

"What else do we do outside?"  I'm not sure if he's asking because he can't remember or if he just wants to hear more of my stories. Either way, I indulge him. His big sister doesn't seem to mind.  I tell stories about sidewalk chalk kingdoms and Hello Kitty sprinklers and sloppy ice cream cones.  The three of us sit smooshed together on the once plush rocking chair in my...

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