Oh, friends. Let’s be honest here: Filling our last week in SF with final events + Watching my son say goodbye to his teachers and friends + Trying to pack our stuff + Planning two parties on Friday + My little boy turning 3 = Emotional Micha Here’s what you should know: Emotional Micha has a lot of things to write but no time to write them down. Instead she forcefully picks toys off her son’s carpet while crying dramatically... Read more
Sunday evening as Chris and I ate some anniversary short ribs at The Slanted Door, he asked me: “What will you miss the most about this city?” Did I mention we were in the Ferry Building, staring out the window at the bay, watching sail boats smooth past? My answer was easy, “Not counting friends,” I said, “I’m going to miss how beautiful this city is. I will never get over it.” The first weekend we were here, we spent... Read more
Sometimes I stop and look across the table at the man with the square jaw who is telling August to eat 4 more peas and then he can have another piece of bread, and that man is the boy I met at an acappella concert in Ithaca, New York of all places: tall and lanky and a little awkward around girls. Lucky for him, I was not awkward around boys. Yesterday when I ran into our neighbors who share a... Read more
Yesterday morning, my 94-year-old Great Aunt Lorraine passed away. She still had dyed flaming red hair which, even as she was in bed with hospice care, her daughter made sure was kept combed and nice, just as Lorraine wanted. Today my mom is in Dallas with my grandmother, who won’t be able to make it to California for her sister’s funeral. I’m thinking about Cotton today and I’m reposting this piece that I wrote over a year ago, in her... Read more
We sang this hymn this past Sunday. I love these words. I can’t sing it without tears. It was written by George Croly in 1854 and arranged by our church’s worship leader Karl Digerness in 2006. Listen to it here. (And if you like it, you should buy Karl’s new cd here.) I won’t talk about why it’s wonderful. Except to say that the image of God weaning my heart from the earth is incredibly powerful. And for God to... Read more
After a week where I actually recorded all my grateful thoughts in a journal and now have apparently lost that journal. But, does that mean I’ve lost my Grateful?! By all means, no!!! That’s why I will tell you about my sweet past week (in 7 thankfuls). Brooks laughed for the first time last Thursday night. It may or may not have been while I was singing “MmmmBop!” to him. Don’t judge me. What was sweetest about it was that... Read more
I remember the first time I left a family conversation, excused myself to the bathroom and cried. I think I was in 7th or 8th grade. Great Uncle Charlie had stopped by my Memaw’s house for a cup of coffee and a chat. I don’t know why I was there and I don’t remember anything about the conversation. All I remember is that my grandmother’s brother used the “N” word several times without blinking an eye. And no one around... Read more
Because my husband has been in Austin for three days and he just got home 20 minutes ago. (Its 10:19 pm, fyi.) Because my kid informed me and my friends tonight at dinner that he has a girlfriend. And her name is Choochie. And she likes to play “run into the couch and get ouchies” with him at school. Because I was going to post a book review but my husband says I still need to “work on it.” Come... Read more
How’s your Grateful June going? I’ll admit I’m a bit of a failure in the grateful list making department this week. But I did manage to keep a little list of my thankfuls two out of seven days. (If you forgot as well, join us this week in keeping track of the seven things you’re grateful for everyday. Here’s a link to Ann Voskamp’s Gratitude booklet.) Seven marvelous sweet things: Every morning I wake up to a grunting baby who,... Read more
In my last three weeks before we leave San Francisco, I’m leading my Bible study through a course on God’s direction in our lives and our individual giftedness. It’s a course designed by my spiritual director, Debby Bellingham. It’s called “Kaleo,” the Greek word for calling. Last night we discussed the idea of calling: the preconceived notions we bring to the word, the ways we struggle with the idea that there is one “great calling” that we have to somehow... Read more
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