Quantifying Grief? Don’t.

What do we do with our suffering? Last week Diana opened the door to a series-within-the-series, a set of questions that touch on the Big Topic of suffering. This week’s question jumps in a little deeper: It reminded me of something really important I learned from my mentor/spiritual director friend, Shirley. It was about grief…

waiting on God and unanswered questions

“Waiting on God requires the willingness to bear uncertainty, to carry within oneself the unanswered question.”  Elizabeth Elliot These words introduced “Waiting on God requires the willingness to bear uncertainty, to carry within oneself the unanswered question.” Elizabeth Elliot These words introduced our “Silence” last Sunday morning, and I thought of this post from a couple…

The gift of tears – is there room for them?

Diana Trautwein asks this question in her Living the Questions series on her blog,  Just Wondering this week.  This week I am linking my post to hers.  There has been a great discussion there in her online community.  You might want to spend some time there. Yes, Yes, there is room for my tears. Tears…

Signs & Questions

I first posted this a little over two years ago, in September 2011. In January, I was looking for a blog post to take to a writer’s group. And there it was. The circumstancees were different then, but the message is still the same and is pertinent for me now,(third paragraph particularly), over two and…

Close to the Source – Summer at the Lake

I know.  It’s January. It’s winter. It’s cold and a lot of us have a lot of snow with more in the forecast. Since I love snow, I am OK with all of this. You may have noticed this site has been quiet.  If you need an update on “where “ I have been, read …

Watching Grandpa

There he sits, watching grandpa create a play yard for him and his little brother. So much room in this new great big yard in this new place Perfect for the big boys And even bigger ones! But two of them are still little And to be safe, they need some help from the grown-ups…

“Come To Me LORD.”

Written May 12, 2013 Come to me Lord, I will not speculate how. Come to me Lord,  come any way, come now. George McDonald, Diary for an old Soul With these words the liturgist leads us into the silence that begins our Sunday Morning Gathering at our church. * * * Dad has been home…

Sometimes I feel like a Sparrow

  Not even a sparrow, worth only half a penny, can fall to the ground without your Father knowing it.” “Only a sparrow” I observe as I turn in disinterest from the bird feeder outside my kitchen window “Only a sparrow . . .” Did I really say those words? What was I thinking? Jesus tells…