making sense of life in the details
“What’s that yellow thing behind you?” asked a book club friend on our shared zoom call. I turned to look behind me at a pair of quilts that are draped over the rocking chair in my bedroom. Made up of squares from the long-outgrown clothes of my children, these quilts are in the background of... Continue Reading →
I used to think that God worked in details, orchestrating events and people in time like a tapestry. Then I didn’t believe it. Then for a long time, I hoped it was true. Yesterday, God showed off in a hatful of ways about the veracity of that belief: even if we can’t always see it, God is... Continue Reading →
On our street, we bring treats to new neighbors. I remember thirteen years ago, walking with my then six-year old daughter a few doors down to leave a wrapped banana bread on a covered porch in the rain. We couldn’t have known then that our new neighbors would become our dear friends, couldn’t have guessed... Continue Reading →
Last night, I dreamed that a car took me to a home I haven’t visited in years. As I walked to the door, I was unsure of why I was even there, but I was greeted and ushered inside by friends with lots of love and care. The children inside the house had not aged... Continue Reading →
