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Wednesday 10th August 2011
When The Hardest Person to Forgive is Yourself
We drift north across the lake, this gigantic reflecting glass of Heaven. I lean over the side of the boat, to adjust the line tangled at the end of the fishing rod. And that’s when I see her, the one so hard to forgive: Me. She is a reflection in a watery looking glass. She is me — ...
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Wednesday 3rd August 2011
What We’re Holding On To
My mom heard a voice, a quiet voice, calling for her to come. Mom was leaving the market, and she was carrying grocery sacks weighted down by ice cream. The sun puddled hot on that Minnesota parking lot, where the smell of spruce and asphalt mingled in the muggy air. And somewhere a weak voice ...
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Wednesday 13th July 2011
The Gift
I smooth the red ribbon with my fingers, stretching it out nine feet long. I measure it exactly, because I want this to be just right. And that’s when it occurs to me what I’m doing: I’m making a gift for a terrorist. I stretch a second ribbon beside it, and then a third. ...
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Wednesday 25th May 2011
Christ’s Return and What We Believe
We’re parked at the end of our country lane, the girls and I. The engine idles as we wait for yellow bus #44 to make its last stop of the school year here on this farm. The girls are clutching lilacs, plucked gifts for favorite teachers. We all feel alive with the hope of a brand new day ...
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Wednesday 18th May 2011
The Life-Work of Spring
I stand in dirt, and I am dirt. And this is where I rediscover who I really am. Above me, the sky begins to close shut like a giant eyelid on another day. The sun droops lower, a disappearing eye. My feet are tethered to Earth – to a field. To dirt. We are one. This side of the world is ...
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Wednesday 11th May 2011
God-Wonders: Three Ways To Pay Attention
The world is an overflowing storehouse of God-wonder, and if I live wide awake, I can see. The girls and I, we step out the front door onto the concrete stoop, the entrance to the God-Gallery. I catch my breath. The God of Wonders has rolled out the carpet — a green carpet, lush and ...
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Wednesday 30th March 2011
Where We Find Transfigured Beauty
My littlest one lunges for the bucket. Her body doubles over, racks with sickness. I hold Anna’s hair, soothing with words and a cool hand on her back. Nine hours now, we’ve done this. And nothing will stay down. Nothing. Fretful, I look for the telltale signs: dry mouth, blanched ...
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Wednesday 2nd March 2011
This is The First Day of the Rest of My Life
I look to Google for the answer. I want to know what this Latin motto really means, so I type: “Reformata Et Semper Reformanda.”But maybe I could point-and-click into my own heart for the answer? Might I find the solution to the Latin puzzle in my very being, this very throne of ...
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Wednesday 23rd February 2011
Freeze Frame
I almost missed the miracle. It had been glistening on the opposite side of iced-over windows. (My neighbor calls them cheap blinds.) For three days, I hadn’t opened a door. Ice paralyzed my world. School, church — everything — shut down. But out there, in the subzero cocoon, ...
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Wednesday 16th February 2011
Living Life in Kairos (A Lesson from Louphine)
Earth whirls, and time swirls with celestial bodies in forever-motion. And I treat another day like it’s a race toward what? The mortal finish? I measure the day’s worth in how many checkmarks I etch in inked boxes, how many lines I cross through to-dos, and the amount of ...
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