I was at an old-fashioned church supper the other night. The memory of such meetings is an echo in some part of my heart; I grew up waiting in playground agony for the grand suppers after service on Sunday when all the mommas would gather in the church kitchen and shoo us kids away. But [...]
Entries from July 2008
July 19, 2008
In Real Life
So, on Monday, I had the great and quite new delight of meeting Kimberlee, one of my “blog friends” in real life! There’s a strange and tingling sort of joy to hug a person you’ve only ever known through typewritten words and find they are full of laughter and spice and real, tangible friendship. During [...]
July 13, 2008
Happy Sabbath
“I feel just now,” said Emily, who couldn’t bear to hide anything from her father, “that I don’t like God anymore.”
Douglas Starr laughed, the laugh that Emily liked best…
“Yes you do honey. You can’t help liking God. He is Love itself you know. You musn’t mix him up with Ellen Grere’s God, of course.”
Emily didn’t [...]
July 11, 2008
In the same vein…
I don’t think it is enough appreciated how outdoor a book the Bible is. It is a “hypaethral book” such as Thoreau talked about – a book open to the sky. It is best read and understood outdoor,s and the farther outdoors the better. Or that has been my experience of it. Passages that within [...]
July 8, 2008
Better
God’s world, to me,
Is sometimes better than His word.
A heretic you say?
Then show me how a row of text,
Can echo grace like broad blue sky,
Will twelve-point type,
Trace mercy’s path as deftly as the stars?
Writer as I am, I must confess,
Words crumble with the burden,
Of my need,
To touch and taste and gasp,
God’s grace.
Cold terms of goodness [...]
July 3, 2008
Sisters Adventure
Heigh ho from a stormy evening back from the first official “sister’s adventure”.
Joy and I hijacked the family suv and headed for the high, green hills. Back, as far back as a dreamy-eyed me could manage, into the mountains we drove, through perilous passes and river valleys that I had never known were within our [...]












