This is a story of how whispers become action. How God works in, around, and through us to open our hearts to things we never could have imagined. This is the story of how last week I was looking forward to a relaxing summer, and this week I am looking forward to a...
It was evaluation time, again. That wonderful time of year when I get to see exactly what my students think of me, no holds barred. 24 feedback surveys from last semester's class. Fabulous results. Great scores. With the exception of 2 forms with hastily scrawled...
Feet pound the pavement. Breath labors too fast, and I tell myself to BREATHE. In through the nose, out through the mouth. Every urge tells me to pant faster and faster. Instead, I slow down my breath. Slowly, rhythmically, I get it under control. Why did I sign...
Happy Valentine's Day! It may be a made-up holiday, but Valentine's Day is a good reminder that showing love is important. There have been three deaths just recently that have made me intensely aware of the fleeting nature of our lives. One spirited, dearly beloved...
And it begins... 1. The feel and smell of the baby-shampooed head leaning on my shoulder. 2. Wood, stacked and fridge, full in preparation for the winter weather ahead. 3. Shiny pennies just restored through the unlikely polish of ketchup. 4. Candles lit by little...
Her six-year-old hand cautiously strikes the match, and she slowly, reverently gives light to the candle. I'm struck by the care she takes. Her pride in performing a task that I take for granted. Small eyes watch the flame dance, the smoke swirl into...
"Mommy, will you play pet shops with me?" the little voice pleads. I sigh and look up from the computer, stare at my to-do list a mile long. I begin to utter the familiar words, "Not right now sweetheart. Maybe in a little awhile." Then I remember. Soon I will be...
A wise man once said, '"To be still sometimes requires great effort." That is according to my new box of Tazo Rest tea! It is true, though, what the wise man once said. Here I am, two weeks into my quest to seek the still in 2011, and I am already feeling like it...
I was in 6th grade, traveling through our small town in our big gray Oldsmobile with my mom and sister. The rain was falling from the sky. I was warm and cozy on the soft, gray seats. An elderly woman walked on the sidewalk holding her purse tightly to her. She...
As I reflect upon week one, I find myself coming back to the issue of control. I am a first-born who likes to be in control. I drool over new calendars, planners, and the organizational section of any store. Little makes me happier than a clean house, to-do lists,...