I loved this prayer from our worship service this past Sunday. Wanted to share it with you. I can’t find its source. (I’m guessing from a Presbyterian prayer book?) O promised Christ: We are a world at war. Our peace depends on your coming. We are a sinful people. Our pardon depends on your coming. We are full of good intentions but weak at keeping promises; our only hope of doing God’s will is that you should come and help… Read more

A couple of weeks ago, Matt Nault, one of the pastors at my church, spoke about my favorite blessing in scripture. It’s found in the book of Numbers (Chapter 6), when Aaron is instructed to sing these words over the Israelites every time they close their worship service. It’s called a Benediction. It means “Good Words.” That’s the same thing my man, St. Benedict’s name means. And I’ll admit, that’s one of the reasons I’m most drawn to Benedict. I… Read more

Yesterday, for my sake, my husband did something he hates: hanging pictures. Yes, after two months of bare walls in the Hoho home, he lovingly nailed paintings and pictures on our wall, while August followed behind him with a hammer. (By the way, August + hammer = bad idea.) I’m also thankful that my main squeeze did something he loves last Thursday: Cook and Host. We had a wonderful Thanksgiving with some fellow San Franciscans who also couldn’t make it… Read more

Yesterday was the first day of Advent. The word comes from the Latin, “Adventus,” which means, “arrival, approach, coming.” Usually, we think of this entire season leading up to the big day of Christmas as “Christmastime,” but the church throughout history has not celebrated Christ’s arrival until the actual day.  During the days of Advent, the days leading up to the 25th, we’re challenged to practice a solemn period of contemplation, almost a miniature Lent.  It’s a time of preparation,… Read more

Today I’m thankful that I’ve decided to go on a Thanksgiving week hiatus. This was not originally my plan, but after spending yesterday sick as a dog and allowing my son to watch, like, eight episodes of Cailou while I floated in and out of sleepy sick mommy naps, I am making a decision. Over the next two days, you will probably be flying/driving  and Mama:Monk is going to rest. I’m going to close my eyes and go into a… Read more

Of course, there are still six days left before the loveliness that is Thanksgiving presents itself to our tables. This is just to get us pumped…   Yam by Bruce Guernsey The potato that ate all its carrots, can see in the dark like a mole, its eyes the scars from centuries of shovels, tines. May spelled backwards because it hates the light, pawing its way, padding along, there in the catacombs. Read more

I’m usually not a prickly person. I don’t argue much because I honestly don’t have a lot to defend. Most of my opinions are moldable and if I read something different than what I believe, it usually causes me to stop and consider for a while. I’m a simmer-er. It takes a few weeks after a read or a discussion for my opinion to be fully formed. And by then, most people don’t care anymore. That means I was never… Read more

So I mentioned yesterday that my grandfather not only survived the week when we thought we were going to lose him, he came through with humor and gentleness. So thankful. I’m also grateful for: Our Thankful Tree. August and I have been hard at work cutting out construction paper leaves. (He has some toddler scissors and is mostly cutting strips…but they go up there too.) Though I’m not sure he necessarily understands what it means to be grateful, last week… Read more

I spent this past Saturday feeling a little blue. Saturdays tend to be days that make me sad. I always have really high expectations for a day of freedom and time with my husband, but the freedom usually makes for anxiety in my mind. Usually, there’s a list of unreasonable accomplishments that I think I’m going to make happen. At the same time, there’s the hope that we’re going to do something FUN(!). By the time noon rolls around and… Read more

Today is Veteran’s Day. I grew up going to “Veteran’s Day” events with my grandparents (Meemaw and Pawpaw), who were always invited to anything honoring veterans (and usually written about the in the local paper following that event). That’s because they have a powerful story. A really powerful story. Pawpaw’s airplane in World War II was shot down over Nazi territory. He was hit by bullets and was still able to escape his flaming plane via parachute. When he hit… Read more

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