Monday, December 20, 2010
I read 5 verse novels
in the past 2 months.
Now all I want
write and speak
I hope it doesn't get annoying,
but I am in love.
Here's what I read in order:
1. Far From You
2. Out of the Dust
4. What My Mother Doesn't Know
5. What My Girlfriend Doesn't Know
Want to join me?
Of course you do!
Drop by Caroline by line
to enter and win a copy
of her new verse novel
Monday, September 6, 2010
The beautiful couple
Dancing lessons from a very cool Uncle (drum lessons were also included)!Amazing food from the Co op Instead of a wedding cake, the happy couples' friends made pies!
Here we are in our 1920s costumes. It was so much fun to dress up!
Sunday, August 1, 2010
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
The Terebinth was an unusually tall oak-like tree that stood out in the landscape of Palestine, even used as landmarks for travelers. They are long-living and majestic in appearance, often used as a symbol of strength and durability. It was also a source of turpentine tapped from the trunk, for commercial and medicinal use.
Perhaps with all that Sarah had been through, all of the waiting, traveling and trials, the Terebinth near their campsite in Mamre was a comfort to her. Perhaps reminding her of God's strength and provision.
This is my imagining of that moment:
Beneath the Terebinth Tree
From dusty tent Sarai, head down,
walks slowly, seeking peace.
Touching bark reverently, gazing up
through branches broad, stretching heavenward.
Majestic, full of grace,
the tree is strong and steadfast as the Lord.
Thoughts roam back, find well-worn paths:
Even good men make foolish mistakes;
strength and youth of men fade away.
The tree endures, with powerful limbs protecting,
What comfort to a woman travel weary, disillusioned.
Struggling, bitter against husband
whose dreams she follows,
Waiting for prophecy fulfilling
and aching to cease.
The tree is a soothing balm
for soul worn out, no tears
Regretful of rash decision,
jealous of another quickly blessed.
Heart sick from hope deferred.
Dare she believe?
Empty womb, alive and bearing
longed for son.
Sarah laughs, embarrassed and afraid.
God has heard, remembered, is faithful.
“Is anything too hard for the Lord?”
Child of laughter arriving,
borne of promises and joy.
Friday, June 18, 2010
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Just imagine fresh picked cilantro in Vietnamese spring rolls.
Think spinach and mushrooms sauteed with basil & oregano (along with fresh ground pepper and a sprinkling of kosher salt).
Is your mouth watering yet?
Go ahead, try it! Plant that herb garden, even if you only have room on your windowsill.
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Friday, June 11, 2010
Now I can just walk right outside the door and pick some basil and oregano for spaghetti sauce.
Or sit a moment on our rustic bench and gaze at the mountains while enjoying the aroma of mint and lemon thyme.
Thursday, June 10, 2010
More than a little.
May I whine for a moment?
I haven't felt like: getting dirty or sweaty; dealing with watery, sneezy allergies; trudging back up the field to retrieve the 100th thing my kids need or that I forgot.
I have wanted to do exactly as I please... read, write, watch movies, download itunes, in short, enjoy MY summer in MY way!
Hmmmm, where in all of this did I forget that life is not all about me?
I have a great husband who is working very hard and needs my help with our huge farm. Didn't we dream together of country life and sustainable living?
I have two awesome kids who just want to be WITH me, talk to me, "help" me all the time. Isn't this what I yearned for during those long years of infertility?
Yes, I worked hard during the school year. Yes, it was stressful. Yes, I need a break.
But most of all I need a break from me. Jesus poured all of himself out for me. Can I not do even half so much for those dearest to me? I am encouraged to serve, to love, to give. I need not grasp and hang on to my time so tightly. He will give me more than I need.
Friday, April 16, 2010
blossoms of white.
love notes from
The Snow Crab apple trees outside my school are in full bloom and brought a smile to my face as I left yesterday. So I sat in my car and wrote this poem. I think the poetry powers-that-be deliberately chose springtime for national poetry month. It's easy to be inspired when the world is in bloom.