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Unfold the Tapestry: October 2013

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What we find the Creator Redeemer weaving. Wednesday, October 2, 2013. Noah, me and 40. Reaching this age used to be embarrassing. At least that's how adults seemed to celebrate. Turning forty. I'd like to think I witnessed in them some kind of maturing into humility. It felt more like fatalism. Be sure, I've got the wrinkles and grays and "such" but those changes chisel away at pride in a different way. They don't usually leave one grateful or in wonder. Can we imagine it? Seedtime and harvest,. On we w...

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Unfold the Tapestry: September 2011

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What we find the Creator Redeemer weaving. Thursday, September 29, 2011. Arrived on Thursday evening. August 18, 2011. Weighing a surprising nine pounds and an ounce. Measuring twenty-one inches long. God decided. our family would grow this year. God decided. my pregnancy would bring new challenges, new blessings. God decided. i would carry this baby full term and he'd be healthy, the biggest yet. Ultimately, Only God decides. and that's the meaning of Hazaiah's name. The Lord has seen and he decides.

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Unfold the Tapestry: August 2011

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What we find the Creator Redeemer weaving. Wednesday, August 17, 2011. Baby Boy was due last week. and there have been plenty of signs that he's on his way. but when? We ask. everyone asks. though the number of weeks to wait has been the same as any other pregnancy, having spent one third of this one on bed rest has made the waiting seem much longer. after reaching full term, i felt i had reached the goal. time for the prize, right? You'll deliver today.". Sustained my health and our baby's. Grown kenn a...

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Unfold the Tapestry: Until it is time

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What we find the Creator Redeemer weaving. Friday, March 14, 2014. Until it is time. One of them says. Greeting the passerby like. He's known her before. Weeds and wonder not. About dirt and indiscretion. But how it is i know. The lattice weaved i must leave. Before reaching to be pulled. Out of dirt and. Interrupted. Stirred up. Dismayed. I think some weeds aren't weeds at all but life existing where it shouldn't be. Anyone feeling they're in the dark. Wondering about the ground they're in.

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Unfold the Tapestry: July 2011

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What we find the Creator Redeemer weaving. Thursday, July 28, 2011. I am not a morning person. my mom says she learned it was best to just leave me alone when i'd wake. my kids might reveal how often i shush and glower at them if the hour is early. my husband knows to hesitate, for he'll get the brunt of my grumpiness on any given am. Once more i was put out by the clamor beginning to swell through the house. God's funny, right? How he lets certain things into our lives that exacerbate our weaknesses?

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Unfold the Tapestry: August 2012

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What we find the Creator Redeemer weaving. Saturday, August 11, 2012. A can of beans. Oh, summer. You and your beach days and swimming pools and bronzed skin and getaways. You have barbecues and church camps and lightning bugs and late nights, lazy chillin' on a porch. Nice is the break from the schooling pace and I welcome the shift that work takes. But oh, summer. When your heat can mean a very dry land, why cast that same spell in our pocket each year. I left it off the list anyway. It'll work out,.

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Unfold the Tapestry: I still believe

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What we find the Creator Redeemer weaving. Tuesday, April 15, 2014. But we've been bearing burdens of that hope much longer than a year (and baring all at times) to see what's dead here come back to life. I imagine for some this murder case is a closed one as well. GUILTY - no matter what the law says about maintaining innocence and not to mention the redemption and new life in which many of us claim to believe. He asked the question,. Did I not tell you that if you believed. May we see Your Glory. Which...

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Unfold the Tapestry: June 2012

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What we find the Creator Redeemer weaving. Monday, June 4, 2012. To spill if voices didn't. Say the fault was mine. Every drop of rain. Tells truth from lies. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. 24-7 Prayer South Jersey. Awesome Inc. template. Powered by Blogger.

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Unfold the Tapestry: December 2013

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What we find the Creator Redeemer weaving. Friday, December 6, 2013. Not very often now it'll flash in my brain I could have died that night but I was carried through. The force through dusk through the trauma through to dawn and I have not tried to count. The dawns I have been carried into since since I don't think it's a debt I could carry. Why am I given what others are not or do I not have what's theirs and is it better than life life. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile.

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Unfold the Tapestry: One lovely second

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What we find the Creator Redeemer weaving. Friday, February 6, 2015. One second it was but the sound of the tock. Without voices within or a whirring machine. Or autos to plow the contiguous street. Nor did the windswept tree take a chance. But silently cast its silhouette dance). One second more it'll come if i wait. For the train-blare of warning or cat whine for feed. Another will come once school buses empty. Traffic will slow as the children lie sleeping. The loveliest second of noise in my day.