Come Alive!

Ever bid a wounded animal come to you? When rescued with gentleness an invitation is given to receive loving care. Imagine the response if harshly approached: retreat, avoidance, a defensive snarl or bite, or perhaps in weakness no response at all. What then of people who snarl and snap out of their conditioning or woundedness,Continue reading “Come Alive!”

A Thing About Obedience

“I don’t like the word ‘obedience,’” spouted one of our young grands. Trying to wrangle several children who would rather play than help with chores was a bit like herding cats, or little mice! When such a teachable moment dashed across the floor, this old cat pounced! “Hmmm…I wonder what that word really means?” IContinue reading “A Thing About Obedience”

Forgiven

She was caught in the act, roughly snatched from her lover’s embrace and dragged naked by her accusers to be judged. The rule of the day: death. Humiliation covered her shame as she was thrust forward. The sun had warmed the ground, her feet barely aware. “What about her?” Challenging glares and upturned chins confirmedContinue reading “Forgiven”

The Introduction

“Come on, Rocky! Come on!” she cried. “Hurry up!” “No! No!!” he said shaking his head. “But…p l e a s e…this is important!” “I won’t do it,” he said, reluctantly. Grabbing his arms the young girl literally dragged her second grade classmate, his body and feet flailing, his red hair and freckles nearly glowingContinue reading “The Introduction”

Get Up and Walk!

Thinking about our grandson’s requirement to get up and walk after thoracic surgery, I could imagine his pain and the natural guardedness one has when asked to get out of bed and move. Bearing that pain, anticipating more pain, taking courage, receiving help from others, rising up, taking the first step… Like the pain ofContinue reading “Get Up and Walk!”

Of Dogs and Humans

Recently watching Cesar Millan, infamous “dog whisperer,” brought to mind the simplicity of resolving those fearful, gnarled things within ourselves. Receiving chaotic emotional cues from their owners, fearful, anxious canines remain confused, even aggressive, and uncontrolled until their pack leaders, their masters, overcome their own fears and anxieties in order to lead their dogs intoContinue reading “Of Dogs and Humans”

Two Sides of One Coin

It hit me like a head-sized bubble one morning. That thing about opposites attracting, people somehow magnetically binding together so strongly one can hardly pull them apart…unless they get backwards. Then their magnetic forces push them apart, not unlike those magnets we played with as kids. A friend recently posted a Facebook comment about positiveContinue reading “Two Sides of One Coin”

Visits at the Wood Shop

The old man showed up faithfully. Not a set schedule, unless a project was in the works. Woodworking allowed his strong hands to feel the timbre of the wood, to grow in his mastery of creating, honing and shaping, fitting and joining, sanding and smoothing, then finishing all with protective oil or sheen. All thisContinue reading “Visits at the Wood Shop”

Cloud of Witnesses

How interesting to be living in modern times. So much effort to replicate God’s great design. If only man’s efforts were all for godly purposes, and not so often for selfish gain. Infused with creativity in the image of the Creator, replicating and fashioning is a part of what we do. It is built intoContinue reading “Cloud of Witnesses”

Enraptured to Destruction

She tittered. He smiled. It was painful, and humorous in a sad sort of way. An older woman tittering over the obviously contrived attention she was receiving from a rich, worldly man who had long ago been her young charge. He had waltzed back into his small community, with an agenda. As I watched thisContinue reading “Enraptured to Destruction”

Stair Cabin Memories

Quiet stillness, an empty space… she could sense only her own breathing, and subtle waves of air being pushed about by the circulating fan. Then she heard it. The sound of rain gently dropping, crescendoing into pounding torrents. It brought back memories of the stair cabin, a rustic place her parents once owned at theContinue reading “Stair Cabin Memories”

What’s the Verdict?

“Boy, my dad is going to lay down the law when I get home. I’m not looking forward to that!” Thirteen year old Jeremy collapsed into the chair, mortified. Not his first time stealing from the Five and Dime, today he was caught red-handed by the store owner. Sitting with the old gentleman in hisContinue reading “What’s the Verdict?”

The Stubborn Stain

The recliner had been ours for twenty-five or thirty years. Like us, it was now showing its wear: drooping stuffing, a spot rubbed through the leather, joints working loose, the back support giving out. Every time my husband plunked down in it, his special chair, I was thankful its frame held firm. Somehow in itsContinue reading “The Stubborn Stain”

Looking Into Eyes

Eyes, the window of the soul. I wonder what one sees when enamored with evil things. Is it the mystery, the adrenaline spikes, the merry chase through a glittery labyrinth into deeper and darker things? A sense of power and conquest, of control? The temptation that bids, “come into my parlor” only to find oneselfContinue reading “Looking Into Eyes”

Walking With Hope

We two walked there arm in arm Speaking in low voiceShe allowed me to hold on Surprised me with that choice I saw her there in my dreams Our daughter now estrangedMy firstborn a treasured giftWhom I long to see again Long suffering my heart does yearnFor closeness we once shared Before events of lifeContinue reading “Walking With Hope”

The Lost Cat

Dreaming vividly I awakened, my mind still engaged in technicolor drama, scenes playing on throughout the day. Was the dream somewhat prophetic… a harbinger of events of tomorrow’s meeting? Or just my mind’s imaginings? Nearly fifty years ago I unexpectedly plucked a tiny kitten from an icy November night. She ultimately warmed the cold andContinue reading “The Lost Cat”

My Cleaning Lady Quit

I have come to the realization that my life has been one long walk of becoming honest with myself. Waiting for my writing friend to pop in for a visit one morning, I perused my office, the living room, the flower beds. Honestly, I was feeling nervous. We had decided at the last minute toContinue reading “My Cleaning Lady Quit”

To Be Known

Who am I? Does anybody care about me? Am I lovable? What’s my identity? Am I good enough? All through life the need to be loved and known are cries of the human heart. From those first baby wails of “Help me! Feed me! Make me safe!” we need attention, deep down inside. It isContinue reading “To Be Known”

Illusion’s Error

“Look at that gorgeous yellow bird!” The exclamation flew out of my mouth as I considered how to get a picture without scaring the flighty thing. Camera zooming from the couch did not capture its details, but I could tell the bird was exquisite. Petite, a brilliant yellow, it sat basking in the sun. HurryingContinue reading “Illusion’s Error”

When I Don’t Understand

That word “understand” is a curiosity. It just rolls off the tip of my tongue, meaning assumed or taken for granted. Today it caught my attention. What does it really mean when I lament, “I don’t understand”? The visual that pops into mind is to be standing under something… whatever that might be. To WebsterContinue reading “When I Don’t Understand”

Honey for My Heart

Years ago I perused a book, Honey For A Child’s Heart, by Gladys Hunt. Aptly named it was filled with lists of books, categorized by age and grade, to nourish the spirits of children from pre- through upper-school. A resource that, for this inexperienced mom, was a boon, one I could take in hand whileContinue reading “Honey for My Heart”

Cloaks of Identity

“Belonging comes before identity. Ownership births purpose. Someone speaks whose we are, and out of that we become who we are. It’s just the way the heart works…” —Charles Martin, Keeper of Water. Having recently finished Keeper of Water, the above quote has resonated in my soul. Somewhere deep in one’s being there is thatContinue reading “Cloaks of Identity”

The Measuring Cup

Mother’s Day. Hard to believe another year has flown. Since my mother died several years ago, Mother’s Day began changing for me, as did many of the family traditions that orbited around her and Dad. Traditions of gatherings that we never considered breaking… traditions that were born of their large, cohesive families who grew throughContinue reading “The Measuring Cup”

Beneath the Ventilator

As the woman lay flaccid she barely felt the tube placed into her airway, emergency treatment to correct her failed breathing. Her body raged with pneumonia and infection, her temperature high, her fluid levels low as dehydration became worse. Completing the intubation the paramedics hovered over her, administering oxygen while providing respiratory support via ambuContinue reading “Beneath the Ventilator”

Skating Blind

She touched his face, and then again after a spin, as though orienting herself to him as the music started. I was mesmerized by the gracefulness of both these young skaters, he in a dark suit, she in a gossamer short dress. There was an air of innocence in their demeanor, that kind of purityContinue reading “Skating Blind”