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Jul 17, 2015
I love everyone. Riley rainbow-writes the words on her hand in letters that look faded against her skin, some big, some small, some crooked where the pens slip into the valleys between her fingers. It’s a God thing to write love into surfaces, into souls, into the tissue of our hands, but for her the […]
32May 22, 2015
So, I’m sitting here in tears, can bearly see the screen for the flow of grace, like the soft rain falling just beyond the window. I count gifts all the time, because it’s one of the most powerful ways I know to keep these dim eyes glued on Truth, and this one gusts in to fill […]
33May 15, 2015
Ever feel like you’re so tired that your eyes don’t even really fit in your face? I say this to Kevin and he groans, nodding, throwing a leg over the side of the bed to heave himself upright. In the stillness, I rub my eyes—these betrayers that don’t even want to open, much less […]
34Apr 10, 2015
We wander down the grocery aisle, me with my head buried in a list, Zoe pushing the cart, Riley walking just behind, quietly trying to breathe. Zoe reaches toward me with her eyes. I feel the gaze grab hard, and I look up and toward my daughter. Zoe sucks in her belly and stiffens her […]
35Feb 6, 2015
“I always eat slowly right before school.” She says it quietly, when she knows I stand listening, when it’s just the two of us in the room. Two days back to school, and every morning Riley comments that she’s cold and wraps her legs with a blanket. She sometimes tries to stand so that I […]
36Dec 26, 2014
I weave my way through aisles, casually lifting trinkets in one hand, weighing their merit as stocking stuffers against the cost, yellow-highlighted on white stickers. We left home early to avoid the rush, the traffic, and scurried huddled through the icy mist to gather our gifts. We chuckle, in a jovial but deeply horrified, self-convicted […]