a planted life | learning to love
Merriam-Webster defines a writer as: (noun) One that writes.Big shocker.I've been writing, well since I was about 5. First just letters, then short, three word sentences without punctuation, then onto complete sentences and paragraphs. By seventh grade when I had Mrs. Spicer for English I was writing essays and stories and poems and loving it.... Continue Reading →
Proud man says, "Where is God? What God? There is no God!"Humble man says, "What is man that You, O God, are mindful of him? And the children of men that you visit them?"We are so proud. We think we're so big and smart and the center of the universe. We think we know it... Continue Reading →
In the district I work, nurses have to work late on the Thursday of parent/teacher conference night. So last night I was there until eight, hence no blog post.You never know what can happen in a day. Your house could catch fire. Your grandchild could drown in your pool while you're watching T.V. You... Continue Reading →
I hate playing catch up here.As I've said, I process life better in the second-living of it- i.e. writing. Or talking it out with God, which is what I do for the life I can't second-live in public writings.I took up early-morning walking with my black lab Bailey a week or so ago, when it... Continue Reading →
For whatever reason, it seems Christmastime (especially last year and this year) is a time when the Spirit really admonishes me- in every sense of the word.I've been looking back, not in a longing way, not in a holding on to the past way, but as though I were an athlete looking at a previous... Continue Reading →
Cultivating Faithfulness 