What better way to begin a Thankful Tuesday post than by stating what’s really been a bummer lately. This past weekend was a thing of beauty with some pretty fierce toxins thrown in. Toxins tend to poison everything. Friday night, we rejoiced to host Sarah the super sitter! When I left the house, husband on my arm, decked out in my hippest skinny black pants and heels, August was staring lovingly into Sarah’s babysitter eyes (did I mentions she’s the... Read more
It’s almost Mother’s Day. It will be my second year as one. And, honestly, I don’t remember much about my first Mother’s Day. It’s completely a blur. Did my husband give me something really sweet and thoughtful? Probably. He’s generous and kind like that. Maybe he gave me flowers or a necklace. I just don’t remember. That’s terrible. I know. August was young then. He would have been eleven months old or so. Maybe I don’t remember because at that... Read more
Last night we threw a dinner party. For ten people. It was a last minute decision. We’d been wanting to have my husband’s “team” from work over sometime and on Monday he realized that a few were heading back to Europe this weekend (I will not try to explain the complexity and fluidity of Chris’ company and how often people are going back and forth to Europe). So we pulled it together. Chris and I both love having our home... Read more
I can’t stop thinking about the oil spill today. Yesterday, I read this blog post by Ed Brown, director of Care of Creation, Inc and author of Our Father’s World: Mobilizing the Church to Care for Creation. His post is short and powerful. You should take a second to read it. In it, he asks the question: How should we pray about this oil spill? Should we ask God to miraculously stop the flow of oil into the ocean? Immediately... Read more
Yesterday, as we drove the hour trip home from a weekend with friends in Napa Valley, our son noticed a small airplane flying past. We watched it seemingly float midair in plain sight of the highway and eventually zoom around and make its way toward the county airport we were passing. It landed. “Mah Aysay, Mama! Mah Aysay!” That was August’s demand after the entertainment of the fly-by was complete. More airplanes. He was not only asking for more, but... Read more
It’s been awhile since I posted about Benedictine hospitality and my hope of understanding what it means to live a life of genuine openness to others. I’ve been reading a book called Radical Hospitality: Benedict’s Way of Love, which has some good things to say despite its unfortunate quality of writing (which makes sifting the good stuff out of it a little challenging). Yesterday, however, I came across a chapter that has been resonating with me. The chapter is titled... Read more
I’ve picked “Hyla Brook” as our poem for now through May. I have to admit I don’t know much about Robert Frost. I’ve never really studied his work in any other capacity besides reading him in some college overview of American poets. I also tend to really hate “The Road Not Taken” for the fact that it seems to be the only poem that Southern Baptist preachers know or use in sermons. (What’s the deal with that? Is it some... Read more
It’s Thankful Tuesday and it’s raining. My boy slept longer today but 6:30 still doesn’t cut it for me so today I’m avoiding deep, contemplative thoughts about my thankfulness. Instead, I really really really want to know about yours. I’m serious. That means you have to leave a comment, people. So, here are my questions for this Thankful day. 1. What one thing from this past weekend are you are most thankful for? 2. What book are you reading right... Read more
A disciple asks the Rabbi, “Why does the Torah tell us to ‘place these words upon your hearts’? Why does it not tell us to place these holy words in our hearts?” The Rabbi answers, ‘It is because as we are, our hearts are closed, and we cannot place the holy words in our hearts. So we place them on top of our hearts. And there they stay until one day the heart breaks and words fall in.” (from The... Read more
If you had asked me ten years ago which of my brothers would be running a ministry for impoverished kids in Amarillo and living out an inspiring life of faith, I would not have picked Brooks. He’s always been a cut up. He’s a charmer. A ham. And his serious side is hidden under about eight layers of sarcasm. I could write a very long piece about the process of his emotional and spiritual transformation, how he went from being... Read more
Micha Boyett
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