Raindrops after a Drought
Some days are breathless, just like the end of a hot, record-breaking, parched, and dusty Texas summer. I feel claustrophobic from the suffocating stresses of life.
Woman at the Well
I have experienced that sometimes if I hold on to my coveted silence, tuck my feet under and really nestle into it, I am startled by any intrusion.
Quilting a Prayer
I’m into sewing and quilting on these blistering hot summer afternoons. It’s an escape into a cool air conditioned cave where I put my head down and get lost in fitting together color, shape, and a story.
Straddling Two Worlds
Do you remember that picture in the old storybook about Paul Bunyan, the legendary logger who was so tall he could straddle a valley with a booted foot firmly planted on opposite mountain tops?
When I am Weak, I’ll Stand Firm in My Truth Anyway
It seems like our American culture pounds us with messages to camouflage weakness, to vindicate contempt, to thwart persecution, to detour around frustration, and to blame away hardship.
Friendship
I’m watching my grandchildren making friends while walking through the minefield of Junior High School! My inclination is to hold their hands, not that they would take mine at this age, and absorb the inevitable blows for them. I don’t want to shatter their tender idealism about friendships, but instead I want to protect their precious ingots of innocence.