Seeds of Peace

  • She leaves the paved sidewalk and opts for the grass, doing cartwheel after cartwheel — her new bodily compulsion. We come to the pedestrian gate of the neighborhood, but she’s off the path again — running up the hill and climbing over the fence, then cartwheeling some more. She’s gotta…

    Continue reading →: Day 21: Fence
  • A couple of years ago in preparation for a Bible study on the book of Galatians, I read Tim Keller’s excellent book Galatians For You. When he gets to the end of chapter 3, he stops and camps out on how Paul uses the imagery of clothes all over his…

    Continue reading →: Day 20: Trash
  • Next to my bed lay a stack of books, my phone (I haven’t yet adopted the good habit of “putting it to bed” outside of our room like my husband), water bottle, candle, and some clutter. This morning, I awake with a dull resistance to going to my phone —…

    Continue reading →: Day 19: Mug
  • It’s come to my attention in the past week or two that I am a bit disconnected from my heart. There’s a great deal of loss happening — both clear and ambiguous — but I’m having trouble connecting with it emotionally. The feeling I do recognize I am seeking to…

    Continue reading →: Day 18: Diapers
  • “Don’t let the —,” I start to holler over to the girls. But the sound of the door slamming cuts me off. The entire apartment shakes and I know our neighbors can feel it, too.  “ — door slam.” I finish, deflated.  Some doors are designed to close themselves if…

    Continue reading →: Day 17: Door
  • Sarah Bessey just sent out “Breath Prayers for Anxious Times” and it’s a timely reminder. There have been several seasons in my life when my anxiety was so high, I actually had trouble breathing. Not so severe as a panic attack, but more like living 24/7 (or, all my waking…

    Continue reading →: Day 16: Breathe
  • On a night like tonight, I tend to look for comfort in two kinds of sheets. The first, made of paper— or recently,  a folder on my desktop called “sheets.” They’re filled with words and notes that somehow my brain has learned to transform into music — isn’t that a…

    Continue reading →: Day 15: Sheets
  • My favorite plant is a fake plant (as I wrote here, I’ve never had much of a green thumb). It’s an adorable crocheted succulent gifted to me by one of the most beautiful souls I’ve ever known, my friend Hannah (whose birthday is tomorrow — Happy Birthday, Hannah!). I wanted…

    Continue reading →: Day 14: Plant
  • About a year ago, I finally got serious about washing my face. A few comments from Gilmore Girls about looking scary when we don’t wash off our make-up really stuck with me, so while I didn’t have access or money for lots of skincare products, washing my face and moisturizing…

    Continue reading →: Day 13: Carpet
  • A drawer stuffed full of crafts and worksheets from school A post-it on every surface with lists and requests that you’ll Scribble quickly, then hold up “Hug me please,” “Play tickle monster” Or “Time to color.” The counterfeit money that you made So that Irene wouldn’t crinkle your dollar,  Or…

    Continue reading →: Day 12: Paper