I have often worried if my God is too permissive, a sort of pipe-smoking, free-love, hippy who pads my self-esteem and assuages my ego. Guilt has tailed me into adulthood. But so too has the unbridled belief that we are free to try and fail and stretch and break and move as the Spirit leads. Read more
Two days before Chris left town last week, he had a late night of work. And, of course, that was the night Brooksie chose to bring out the drama by slurping a spaghetti noodle from the back of his mouth up into his nasal cavity. I’m not even making this up. There were lots of tears. He was really uncomfortable and I was trying to figure out how to get him to blow that noodle out, when he still doesn’t... Read more
Friends, For our Good Friday service, my church invites different people to write and share reflections on each of the Stations of the Cross. The entire service consists of those meditations. This year I’m honored (and a little bit anxious) to have the opportunity to write one of those meditations. My head is reeling around where to begin and where to take it. Here’s where you come in. I’d love your thoughts on my passage of scripture. It’s a tricky... Read more
Sarum Primer, 1527 (I discovered this via Phyllis Tickle in my daily prayer book, The Divine Hours: Prayers for Springtime.) Read more
I’ve said this before, but one of the sweetest gifts of this whole blogging world has been the privilege of finding My People, those (mostly) women who see the world the same way I do, whose spiritual journeys have moved along similar paths, many of whom are deep in the work of understanding themselves and the Church and the world in light of their identities as moms and believers and lovers of words. I’m grateful Amy Lepine Peterson is one of those people whose... Read more
Small things that I’m finding in my daily life: pleasant elderly people out for afternoon walks, people at parks who smile and say hello, the squirrel we made friends with on our picnic yesterday. Brooksie’s new scary monster sound This conversation I overheard between my boys Saturday: August: Hi cuckoo Brooksie. (August is very into the word “cuckoo”) Brooks: Hi cuckoo Augie. [Long pause] Hi cuckoo bwoder. (I just can’t handle the sweetness.) Passing a near stranger on the sidewalk... Read more
I can flip the switch from Resting Weekend Micha to Anxious Snap-Mouth Micha in about, ummm, three minutes of staring at my computer, remembering all that exists in there that I still have to do. The lovely thing about my Lenten practice of Sabbath beginning at sundown on Saturday night and ending sundown on Sunday night, is that I still have time on Sunday to sort out my week on the computer. I have time to catch up on... Read more
Psalm 18, from The Book of Common Prayer. (Yesterday I wrote “Lengthen My Stride” on a white sheet of paper over my desk. I love that.) Read more
My favorite of the Friday chalkboard quotes: What I Read (or Will be Reading) I finished Leaving Church. It was beautifully written. And while I was moved by the way Barbara Brown Taylor allowed us to experience her exhaustion in her work as a priest and her process of discovering rest and restoration, I was annoyed by the ease with which she let go of the tenets of her Christian faith. She showed me no struggle in the giving up... Read more
Twice I have had the privilege of eating a meal with Preston Yancey, one of the oldest and wisest of souls around this internet neighborhood. The first time we met in person he came to my house during the Crazy known as dinner time. He is the only (then) college senior male in the world who would have been willing to hang out with a mom of two in her home while little wild children ran like mad, and not... Read more
Micha Boyett
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