The communal reality that God hopes for creation is shown even in the way God has decided to explain itself to us. Father, Son, Holy Spirit. I would submit that in our present day you could also express that; Mother, Daughter, Holy Spirit. Father’s Day being Sunday and all, I’ll use the former wording today.
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twentymoon
apparently twenty years isn’t very long. when i was young a month seemed never ending and a year felt so vast that it couldn’t be conceived. but tomorrow joshua and i will have been married for twenty years. somehow it doesn’t feel like very much time has passed at all. i remember those days leading
hand me that baby!
christmas was as close as i came to jesus as a child. i wasn’t told the story. there wasn’t a countdown to the manger in my house. i didn’t hear about the blessed virgin turned away at the inn ad nauseum. instead my brother and i helped my mom assemble the christmas tree in the
what god thinks of down syndrome
this weekend held world down syndrome day within it. 3/21. if ever there was a reason to dust off the ol’ blog, this is it. a conversation with my dear friend, jamica, reminded me of what being mazzy’s mother has taught me, is teaching me still…this post was an article that was published in that
he loved me
i like to remember that i was without hope and without god. i was foreign to the promises of good towards me. i was separate and excluded from all of it. no luck around every corner then. until – and then he loved me. he came and spoke peace, calm in the storm. peace. i was far off,
tell me the old, old story before i hurt someone
i’m remembering last night. i’m remembering the tone of his voice when he interrupted me. i’m remembering the exasperated sighs when he had to do what i do all the time for children. i’m remembering his apology that seemed half-hearted. i’m making a list of the wrongs done to me. i’m fueling unforgiveness in my
when madeleine l’engle kicked my ass
after i hung up the phone and told joshua what i’d just learned, we knew that our tiny church plant was done. there had been signs leading to that moment in our kitchen. but this was it. the final nail. he leaned over onto the counter and put his head down. and that was a
godfathers and cancer
“i spread a bunch of marigold seed, but only a few came up this year…i don’t know what went wrong.” my father is sitting next to his brother on a golf cart. they’re riding around on the 3 acres i grew up going to every weekend or so. he’s smoking a cigar and he’s got
wanted: one husband
i’ve spent the summer with my family. my husband has blurred. he’s one of the five of us. we’re all in this together. but i don’t know. sometimes i miss the two of us. apparently he could have been found on the beach in his wayne state hat making drip sand castles. that’s where i
girlfriend is better
“we’re you afraid to get pregnant again?” some questions tell more than they ask. no. a simple answer to a complicated heart. let’s unmask the question, shall we? “did you consider sterilization after you had a child with down syndrome?” “were you so devastated that you didn’t get a perfect baby that you swore off