A Hiatus…and Hostas

Lucy ran out of the empty room into the passage and found the other three. “It’s all right,” she repeated, “I’ve come back.” “What on earth are you talking about, Lucy?” asked Susan “Why,” said Lucy in amazement, “haven’t you all been wondering where I was?” In one of my favorite scenes from the Lion,…

Peace. Be still.

A couple of weeks into this young year, I’ve finally finished a print that holds in it words that span the old and new years. The year that just ended on the calendar was a good one, a full one–but also one of the hardest for me yet. Beginning to figure out the new role…

Grace Upon Grace

Sunday, the last day of Hutchmoot, found me sitting in the third pew from the front, on the left hand side of Redeemer’s sanctuary, participating in the service. This was my first time worshiping through a traditional liturgical style, and I was amazed by its vibrancy as I stepped into the current of listening and…

The Fawn

Once, as a small child, I found an inchworm which inspired me to talk about the suitability of inchworms as pets for the remainder of the day. Not long after, during the presidential debates between the elder Bush and Bill Clinton, I informed my parents that the deciding factor was each candidate’s environmental position, especially concerning blue whale…

Magnolia blooms

Almost a year ago, I sat on the couch in the midst of the dark day when we thought I was losing the child growing inside of me, staring out at the magnolia blooms outside our living room window. Their beauty, even after a late frost had blighted the first buds, reminded me of God’s loving faithfulness,…

Life indoors

This morning I woke to the soft falling of a silvery dust of snow, visible only in the glow emanating from the street lamp outside our bedroom window. As I got up and put the kettle on for tea, great white flurries entered the scene, landing in fluffy drifts more commonly seen on television or movie…

Promise

And suddenly, here I am on a grey November day, the bit of earth I inhabit moving steadily into winter. While a few trees still hold on to their varicolored leaves, they are a dwindling minority. The magnolia outside the front window is bare–or would seem to be at a casual glance. On closer observation, the…

Exceptional in the Ordinary

Sometimes, mindless trawling of an instagram feed can be good for the soul. Last night, due to a cold-induced self-pitying funk, I found myself clicking through about three pages of instagram photos. Out of that bevy of images, one of brightly colored fallen leaves, accompanied with the following words stayed with me: It does require…