[PART THREE: I’ve got one final post about Gary Thomas’s concept of “sacred history”. I couldn’t help but be captivated by the idea of our stories with those we love most becoming a holy history. Links to parts one and two at the bottom.] “Listening to God makes parenting sacred….True listening is an active discipline.… Continue reading A Sacred History: Listening to the Heart of a Teenager
Last fall I filled my grandmother’s apartment with smoke and all she did was laugh and tell a story. In what could’ve been a moment of fiasco, she instinctively chose to insert a tiny snapshot of memory. Stories trail magic in their power to communicate and transform. Even small anecdotal stories of our childhood, hold influence and weight… Continue reading Of Feathers and Burned Toast
The Toyota delivered 2 out of 3 of my babies down the gravel drive a couple weeks ago. Exhausted and laden with dirty laundry, appetites and stories, we gathered them gratefully in. After a few weeks of rest and a slow devolving into routines of the past, they are abruptly gone again. Bitter and sweet.… Continue reading The Bittersweet Story of Parenting
When Trace was a buzzed head four-year old and I was nine months pregnant with his sister, I leaned over to pick up one of his hot wheels. He asked me with a puzzled tone, “Mama, is your bottom going to have a baby too?” That boy is lucky he made it to college. It’s… Continue reading Monday Morning Thanks
I drove home through the back roads this morning from a “glampout” at a friends cabin just over the Missouri line. Over train tracks and bridges and even a few gravel roads. Rain clouds were gathering in the west as I sipped coffee from a Casey’s cup, choosing to drive a few miles under the… Continue reading A Decade of Walking
The Story Place 