"When I am constantly running there is no time for being. When there is no time for being there is no time for listening. ... Being time is never wasted time." - Madeline L'Engle, "Walking on Water" Mom praying aloud as we walked Edgewood Little boy in the leaves Palloween-- complete with chili and costumes … Continue reading november ttmmh
November 22 My family huddled around our TV last Sunday night to watch a rocket fire its way into space. NASA livestreamed the SpaceX Dragon flight, and I watched with a slack jaw as humans hurtled through the atmosphere, leaving Earth behind at over 17,000 miles per hour, and sailed into the most unknown, uncharted … Continue reading A Small, Small Whisper
November 15 Dad played Fernando Ortega at daybreak, as we'd pull away toward vacation-- usually Colorado. Now, I can't listen to his songs without craving a Voss Market breakfast sandwich and a trip West. When I hear "Old Girl" or "Traveler," I think of the sunrise out the van window and our heads lolling on pillows. Fernando's was … Continue reading The Day We Met a Legend
November 8 I’m writing this at 7:30 on Tuesday morning. The polls have only been open for an hour, and I can’t try to guess what things will look like by the time you read this on Sunday. But I do know Sunday’s sun will rise on a new leader— elected or reelected. And Sunday’s … Continue reading King of This Tuesday in November
For we are the temple of the living God; as God said, “I will make my dwelling among them and walk among them, and I will be their God, and they shall be my people” (2 Cor. 6:16). As my church crawled out of quarantine, blinking in the May daylight, I had a run-in with … Continue reading Part Two: Belonging to a Person & People
"Now and then, in this workaday world, things do happen in the delightful storybook fashion, and what a comfort that is." - Louisa May Alcott Flannel Garage sale-ing with Janaya and Leanna Autumn touching the hills Hiking the Ozark Trail as a family Far-flung view and sitting Indian style on a rock, breathing it up … Continue reading october ttmmh
October 18 I spent my free time last week ripping out the weedy leftovers of my garden. It was hot work because in Missouri, something called Indian Summer has swept away a brisk September. The afternoons warm to eighty degrees, while the trees blush and give away bouquets of leaves. It’s an awkward stage, because … Continue reading Indian Summer
October 11 These days, we need something worth rejoicing in that won't come down with COVID or lose an election or go out of style. We need something chiseled in stone that, when the world starts dissolving, we can stand on and say, "This will never die or lose or fade!" I've always pictured the … Continue reading The Book of Stone
October 4 There's a collective of painters and poets and woodworkers and songwriters that make up a very special corner of the Internet called The Rabbit Room. And maybe more than any other website, this one has made me look up. God has used The Rabbit Room to fiercen my love for King Jesus and … Continue reading Hutchmoot 2020 (What, When, and Why)
Tucked inside Andrew Peterson’s Adorning the Dark is the story of how his home came to be. It’s my favorite chapter in one of my favorite books, and it starts with this confession: “I was born homesick. Maybe we all were.”[i] I remember listening as Andrew read aloud this chapter (Longing to Belong) in a … Continue reading Part One: Belonging to a Place
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