211Apr 5, 2013
Over lunch, we talk of how we first imagined ourselves as mothers, smiling down at our fingers. I’ve always longed to be the Proverbs 31 woman. Â She is clothed with strength and dignity, Word says. Â She can laugh at the days to come. Â I don’t know, but somehow the unmanicured edges of my fingernails seem […]
212Mar 15, 2013
In the afternoons, his daughters run to him. They hear his keys jingle in the lock, and nothing matters except that he’s home. Â Words hang in the air between us. Â Pencils roll off the table where they’ve been carelessly tossed down. Â I lift my hands out of the dishwater and dry them on a towel. […]
213Feb 8, 2013
We sit at breakfast, light falling easy through the curtains, isolated in a moment that feels slower. She pauses, putting her toast on her plate, chewing on her bottom lip. Â “Mom, I’m not sure about the words on some of those Valentines.” I knew we would come back to this conversation. Â Last year, when I […]
214Jan 25, 2013
Okay, listen: Â whatever you feel like doing, do the opposite. It’s a war strategy, really. Â It’s your secret weapon when the taunts come sharp and deadly, when your enemy thunders toward you, when the ground trembles with the assault. Â It’s what I’m learning to do when I face defeat, weariness, complaint, anger, bitterness, pride, fear; […]
215Jan 18, 2013
I do not know all the things she has suffered. But when she comes to the door, looking empty, I think of something Mother Theresa once said about seeing Christ in His most distressing disguises. Â I look in her face, and I see Christ. Â And I wonder, Can she see Him now, as she looks […]
216Dec 7, 2012
“DKA (diabetic ketoacidosis) is a medical emergency, and without treatment it can lead to death.” This truth makes me shudder as I kneel beside my son and scrub the leg of his jeans where he points, where some of the toxic sickness missed the bucket beside him and soiled his clothes. Â Sick Adam is strong, […]
217Nov 23, 2012
Every day is a feast day, really–the table prepared and gilded, platters piled high, the celebration abundant. All our giving thanks, all our gathering at table, begins with grace. So too, the meal we celebrate as first.  And this the history shared with my children as they dip their forks in richness (I wonder, do you […]
218Nov 16, 2012
Clouds, faintest gray, blanket the sky thick, like fleece smoothed with an efficient hand.  From the window, I glimpse fiery trees, tall in the brisk wind, the first drops of rain gathering on their leaves like gem stones.  And I give thanks for the trees on fire but not burning, the reminder of warmth against an icy […]
219Nov 9, 2012
“Mom, I need you to pray with me about something.” It’s the first thing she says to me—she who is both daughter and sister by grace, she standing framed by the car window, the afternoon sun making her hair all blazing light. Â The breeze rushes in, stealing the heat. I smile, nodding. Â “Okay. Â What shall […]
220Oct 12, 2012
Adam had been talking about this trip for a week–father and son, side-by-side in a pick-up truck, on their way to the beach. To say that Adam has been talking about anything just makes me smile, because nothing sounds as sweet as his voice, nor does anything touch us quite like his earnest efforts to […]