A Thursday-ish List

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Yes, I’m still off in the land of vacations, where time doesn’t exist (except for Brooksie’s decision to wake every morning with the sun…at 5 am. I’ve been playing and swimming and tending to snotty noses (as per usual) and laughing with people I don’t see near enough. This is a list: A Saturday with [Read More...]

Thankful: thunderstorms, parties, and the (lack of) electricity

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Oh, I’ve missed big spring thunderstorms in Texas, how they hit at 7:30 at night, the perfect time for mysteriousness when you’re a kid: Right after bathtime, right as you’ve stepped into pajamas. How, when the power goes out, nothing matters anymore. Dishes can’t be done, chores can’t be completed. There is only the sitting [Read More...]

Tomato Thankful

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This bright red tomato just picked from our garden. On the last day of April??? (I can’t get over the weirdness of this. I know I may be from Texas, but Amarillo and Austin are 500 miles away from each other. That equals two very different climates. See here and here if you want to be [Read More...]

Dirty House Thankful

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  Come and listen, all you who fear God, and I will tell you what He has done for me. (Psalm 66:14) For the prayer book I’ve been following for the past few weeks (The Divine Hours: Prayers for Springtime by Phyllis Tickle) and its collection of scripture that keeps sticking in my head. Like [Read More...]

Because grace is brave and it always wins

You’re 16-years-old and the boy who kisses you beside the light blue Chevy Spectrum under the moon has berry-thick boy lips, his knuckles rough and cut from punching walls. He is all man, you think. And somewhat good. Becoming better. You hold hands and snuggle in the back of the church van on the way [Read More...]

Thursdays are for healing…

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As I write this on Wednesday night, my mom is home from the hospital, sleeping on the couch across the room. (I should actually get this posted and turn the light off so the dear woman can sleep.) She’s sore but she’s not a complainer. And she’s happy to have the boys around to entertain. [Read More...]


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