Five Minute Friday (on Saturday): try

How do you write when you haven't been writing, and the words go in circles and your mind is walking with your husband and baby at the park? Try. How, when the dust is thick on everything, and the laundry wants folding, and there are crumbs under the table? Try. Write the blue sky outside…

Five Minute Friday: blessing

He doesn't want to sleep tonight. Ten months old, exhausted, and hard-headed, all oblivious to the boon of bed time. Daddy took over, and as I listen to my son raging against sleep, I remember it: "This is the blessing." That children are a gift from the Lord is easy to remember when he snuggles…

Five Minute Friday: future

I walked down the aisle to "O God Beyond All Praising," a magnificent poem by Michael Perry, set to Holtst's magnificent "Jupiter" theme. The second verse says: Then hear, O gracious Savior, accept the love we bring, That we, who know your favor, may serve you as our King. And whether our tomorrows be filled with good…

five minute friday (on saturday): mom

He's crawling now -- all over the floor and under the furniture, examining the minute crumbs, the carpet fibers, and whatever else he can find. I pursue him with voice and hands: don't touch the power cords, don't crinkle the book pages: no, and no again. And he crawls to me, pulls himself up into…

Five Minute Friday: more

We were back at the grocery store yesterday because we were out of coffee. But I'm always running out of something, always needing more. More sleep. More time. More energy. More courage. More patience. More joy. And my baby? He seems always to be wanting more of me. Not naps, just Mommy's undivided attention. I'm…

Five Minute Friday: friend

"This is my commandment, that you love one another as I have loved you. Greater love has no one than this, that someone lay down his life for his friends. You are my friends, if you do what I command you." --John 15:12-14 So simple. So far from simple. Love as He loves us. How…

Five Minute Friday: breathe

I sit cross-legged in the sun on the sidewalk, helping him balance as he sits in front of me and reaches chubby fingers to grasp brown leaves, spears of green grass, clover by the fistful. He brings everything to his toothless mouth, and his lap is littered with drool-coated leaves. This is my boy, and…

Five Minute Friday: listen

Beside this window there's the occasional drip from the rained-on roof to the air conditioning unit. Jays in a tree somewhere close by. A baby breathing. Clicks of the computer keyboard. My husband tapping a rhythm while he studies in the other room.   I'm still learning the sounds of this new house -- the dogs…