good friday

the reliable enemy of good friday

the reliable enemy of good friday

our cat is pretty reliable in this way – if we open a window, soon the cat will appear there on its ledge.  he can also always be found when we open the back door, trying to run out between our feet and prowl these […]

when lent gets in the way

lent is a little tough for me. it can seem like a further cementing of the basic misunderstanding of god’s heart for relationship. that misunderstanding goes like this: if you give up the things you really like and settle for a life where you’re always wishing […]

you’ve heard it been said

“what do you think he thought about when he was carrying his cross?” the three of us have bent thorns into crowns and we have touched lightly where they pierced clean through.  we paint pain to remember. “his father.”   “us.” my son answers with […]

a flower in the city

“mazzy, can you draw a picture of a tree?”  her hair is sprayed into a blonde cloud and if you ask me, i think her heels are a bit high for an IQ test administrator, but no one is asking me.  she’s asking mazzy.  we’re […]

the good friday way

i’m climbing up the tiny ladder to the top bunk.  i lie down next to my son and wrap my arms around him.  it was a hard night.  very little listening to a mom with very little patience.  i hold him and hope for peace. […]