The Breaking and Blessing

When I saw this picture my husband took this past week in the mountains near our house, I immediately thought of this sentence: “For there is the thing itself, utterly irresistible, the way to the worlds end, the land of longing, the breaking and blessing of hearts." Come on.  That's a good sentence.   This... Continue Reading →

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Prophets, its time. Its always time.

  On spending time with Brueggemann, with Irenaeus, with Isaiah, with every honest woman I know, and my facebook newsfeeds, a month after my momma dies…. Its intense and its good. Not a time to be afraid of.  Clear eyes.  (Full hearts, Can't Lose! .....sorry can't help it.)     Prophets. They call us back.... Continue Reading →

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A Really Good Story

So I've been thinking about posting my mom's eulogy on my blog for a couple weeks  now. I can't believe its been three weeks already since the memorial. Because it is a story that means everything to me I want people to read it.  And because it is a story that means everything to me... Continue Reading →

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She Who Has Ears To Hear

My mom passed away 19 days ago and I wanted to share my mom's eulogy here.  It's the story of Wendy, the story of her and God.  And it's a good, good story.  And I wanted to share it today. Oh Today, a day of pain and anger, after many days of pain and anger,... Continue Reading →

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Those Birds

Last year, the first spring we lived here, we noticed that a pair of black capped chickadees were nesting in the wooden beam across the front of our house. They would flit in and out through a knothole, busy with their little lives. One Sunday in June we noticed a flurry of activity and realized... Continue Reading →

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Sitting With Mom

I haven’t written a lot about this time in my family, this time with my mom. I think probably because it is a feat in itself to live through this. I am also hesitant because I am keenly aware that it is not only my story. It is my brother’s story and it is my... Continue Reading →

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Woven Welcome

Look at Jesus. Hospitality is woven into the incarnation of God in this world. Jesus of Nazareth both needed hospitality and gave it freely. He both needed welcome and provision and space and gave welcome and provision and space. In his lifetime he was a homeless infant, he was a refugee child, he did not... Continue Reading →

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The Table

 - - I have been obsessively thinking about hospitality lately, which is part of the reason why I chose to focus on it for our women's retreat.  It started when a whole bunch of families started to bring me food to help with the crazy hardness of mom's illness -- my good friends but also... Continue Reading →

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The ladies

Dorothy Sayers wrote a (biting, witty, unafraid) essay on the role of women in society titled The Human-Not-Quite-Human, first published in 1947.  It ended with these words:   "Perhaps it is no wonder that the women were first at the Cradle and last at the Cross.  They had never known a man like this Man--there... Continue Reading →

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