Face to Face
What joy it is to watch and join in Sunday worship, along with Kathy, from our living room. What a
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From Here On Up
FROM HERE ON UP Walking the long, slow slog of life. Climbing step by arduous step, each one infinitely more painful than the one that came before. Struggling, tottering, limping on scarred and blistered feet, twisted ankles, hobbled knees, tripping, staggering, stumbling the hard scrabble mountain path. From here on up, it’s downhill all the way…
Read More »Devil’s Snare
I was fourteen, wiry, strong, with skin browned by a fiery sun. Its rays beat down on my head in those humid summer fields where I slowly ‘walked the beans’. Walking the beans meant pulling up the sticky, thorny Jimson weeds that grew wild among uncle Paul’s perfectly furrowed rows of soy beans. It was also known as Devil’s Snare and richly earned its evil name. The work was backbreaking, hot...
Read More »Breakfast with Saoirse
A FaceTime conversation with Saoirse over breakfast this morning was sheer joy. We chatted about her plans for the day that includes what sounds like a fun play date with friends. We talked about having Spam and eggs for breakfast. She ate Spam in Hawaii but didn’t like it much. She had some hidden blueberries in her cereal, but no bananas because Momma has to go to the store and get some more. Th...
Read More »Eric and Mark
I love Eric and Mark. I love the way they love each of you and the way they love the Village. I love the way they submit their lives to God and serve him with their whole heart. I love their wives and children who, along with them, are dedicated to the work of mission and ministry. Even little Saoirse, though only three, lights up my life with the love of Jesus when Mark and I Zoom chat on Thursda...
Read More »Halcyon Days
Halcyon Days Fresh peach ice cream slow frozen in Uncle Rich’s hand cranked churn. Lightning bugs dancing around hollyhocks on a gentle summer eve. The sweet aroma of fresh mown alfalfa wafting in from Mr. Vander Linden’s field. Barn owls hooting softly as tiny field mice scamper off in every direction. A million mile moon drifts across the sky between dim clouds and sparkling stars. Dad whi...
Read More »My sister Ruth’s story…
A blog from my sister, Ruth Valencia. Her story of God’s goodness is a powerful read On turning 60… I did not really know what to expect for my future. I had dreams, of course, just like everyone else, but I had cerebral palsy so I wondered if I would ever ride a trike and then a bike. I wondered if I would roller skate and jump rope, if I would play volleyball, and because I was tall, bas...
Read More »Code Blue
I’ve very much appreciated Adrienne’s response to ‘writing prompts’. This is a poem I had hoped to offer at Art Night before circumstances conspired against my being able to attend. The poem was written in response to a prompt offered on an online writer’s gathering. The prompt was a picture of a path through interlaced trees creating a canopy. There was bright sunlight at the far end of the path....
Read More »Everyone is afraid…
Everyone is afraid. The people gloving up and masking their faces are often mocked for being afraid. They are afraid. They are afraid for their health. Perhaps afraid of dying. The people demanding to open up the economy and get back to work are also afraid. They are afraid of not being able to provide for their families or of losing their businesses. It’s fear. Just a different fear. Those believ...
Read More »Imagine Fire
Imagine Fire Imagine cleansing flame burning up the dross, purifying perfect gold, until all shimmers in the light of day. Imagine fiery clarity. Dazzling diamond facets whose brightly shining cuts pierce the darking clouds through the dim of twilight. Imagine glowing embers, luminescent logs, the perfect dying, offering heat and hope in the dark of night.
Read More »Mt. Lemmon’s Fire
Fire crept down the lofty mountains, lapped up Mt. Lemmon’s piney trees eating at the desert’s gorgeous greenery, insatiably devouring all it came to see. The sheriff, knocking on my door, said it had taken sight of me and mine. That it would soon be time to run, “You have two hours to collect the precious things you wish to save.” It haunts my soul both then and now that in that lonel...
Read More »Time and Distance
TIME AND DISTANCE Uncle John Hugen handed me a Bible. “It was your great grandmother’s. I think you should have it You’ll appreciate it more than most.” Still, it gathers dust up on my bookshelf. In 1620 it was printed in a language. I can’t begin to understand, it becomes a comfortable, sacred relic, an odd connection to some distant past. A memory of a time I didn’t, couldn’t know. A bespectacl...
Read More »Things I missed…
Sunday was hard. I stayed home from the Village at the Elder’s request. It makes sense. Kathy is at high risk for getting the virus. Patients at the Veterans Hospital are at great risk and she roams all over the hospital. It is a building filled with elderly, immune compromised people. It is good for her to avoid being around lots of people. No one wants to be the person who passes the virus to so...
Read More »Well water…
The only thing left of the farm I grew up on is the well. It is still covered by the piece of cast iron that covered it when I was a kid although the long handled red pump has been replace by an electric one. I think about it every once in a while. There was something wonderful about moving the pump handle up and down until cool clear water came running from the spout. There was an old dented tin ...
Read More »Permanent Grief
There comes a time when grief becomes a way of life. It becomes permanent. A profound sadness envelops me. What I long to have ‘fixed’ remains forever broken. There is no fix. No answer. Obviously, there are moments of rage and anger that point to my demand for solutions and the blocked goals I have that will not be appeased. Those things must be addressed. There are moments when the hurt within t...
Read More »Answered prayers
I pray a lot. I even have a ‘prayer tub’ thanks to the generosity of others. In my old age I’ve come to realize that praying is of primal importance. The more time I spend doing it the better life seems. I love talking with God. I love praying with, and for, others. It’s tiring and sometimes it feels like war, but most of the time I come up on the other side of a prayer time refreshed and renewed....
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