Saturday Morning

This morning, I watch the sun fall slow over the patchwork of leaves in the back yard. It has become my Saturday morning discipline—pressing my forehead up against the window to see what I can see; the house still sleeping but the world waking up and my heart beating wild at its invitation.

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Yesterday, I was to have an interview about Playdates with God. So I re-read the book, took notes from parts I thought I would be asked about. I put post-its with quick descriptors on appropriate pages. I had my Bible handy with special scriptures marked. I walked the dog and closed the curtains and took my laptop and all my resources up into my bedroom and closed the door, lest someone come knocking. And an hour and a half after the scheduled appointment my publicist finally called to tell me there had been a miscommunication. We would have to reschedule.

I tried to be gracious, but I admit, there were tears.

I texted my husband, “So the interview is being rescheduled again (this was the second time). Feeling insignificant and looked over.”

I went for a run to try to shake that feeling of insignificance and, as often it does, things fell into place as my feet pounded the ground. God wants me to remember this feeling of small. Not because I am insignificant, but because we are all significant. And it is in the small that I can see the bigger things—the things that matter most.

 … the word ‘humble’ can literally mean ‘not rising far from the ground … ~Phil Steer, As a Child: God’s Call to Littleness

This morning, I take my camera out into the back yard and lay on my belly on a bed of dew-covered leaves to capture the morning light. My pajamas are soaked through to the skin and under the blue sky I feel so small. Like a child, held in her Daddy’s arms.

And I’ve never felt so treasured—so significant—in all my days.

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How Forgiveness Makes Love Richer

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On the day before my mother’s birthday I call her to tell her about the book I’ve written, my first work of nonfiction.

“It was just released last week,” I say. “And mom? I’ve done a couple interviews, and…well, people want to know about my childhood.”

She is quiet on the other end. This is a tender place for us. I’ve hurt her before in the telling of our story. In the trying to find a new way, I’ve questioned and judged the past; I’ve questioned and judged her. And there’s been a lot of water pass under the bridge for us to come to this place of calm.

 

I’m over at my friend Deidra’s today, sharing the rest of this story. Will you join us?

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West Virginia Morning: Autumn Longing

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This morning, when I ventured into the back yard, my ministrations were discovered by a noisy Blue jay. As I peered into each blade of grass, studied each fallen leaf, he swooped above me mimicking the call of a crow. He couldn’t hide his vibrant feathering, however, and soon I knew his secret.

“You cannot fool me,” I chided, as he leered down from the Maple tree. “What is it you want?”

But he only continued his throaty croaking.

The light arrives sooner each day as the earth moves in time with God’s symphony. Yesterday afternoon, I lay in the hammock as a moist wind blew through, stirring the trees. The poplar in the meadow behind me let down her golden hair and as I reclined, wave after wave of curling leaves blew over me. As that tall tree let loose her locks, I felt myself let go as well.

Autumn stirs the longing.

This morning I am reminded of C.S. Lewis’s words in a letter to his friend Arthur Greeves,

“I think almost more each year in autumn I get the sense, just as the mere nature and voluptuous life of the world is dying, of something else coming awake. You know the feeling, of course, as well as I do. I wonder is it significant – in stories the nymphs slip out of the tree just as the ordinary life of the wood is settling down for the night.  Does the death of the natural always mean the birth of the supernatural?  Does one never sleep except to let something else awake?”

In autumn, when the leaves sacrifice their life that the roots may be better nourished … this beautiful death reminds me of a greater awakening.

Oh, the wisdom of the seasons! If only I could open my hand and move through this slow dying with such grace. Isn’t this the way to move through the moments? With the awareness of that thin wall separating the seen from the unseen?

The poplar tree shall be my mentor. The God-made rhythms of this world my guide. Each passing year of this slow-dying finds me all the more alive.

I’m taking the time every day, to invite God into my ordinary, to notice how life responds to his presence when my heart is open to him. It’s a practice that inspired a book. And I’m sharing in community with the 31 dayers.  You can find links to all the posts in this series so far right here.

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Joy in Brokenness: A Guest Post for Michelle DeRusha

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As I was finishing up the last chapters of my book Playdates with God, Lucy Mae was dying.

It’s a book about joy, about moving closer to God and there I was, wracked with grief over the slow dying of the family pet. This dog had grown up with my boys—ten years she nuzzled their faces and chased after their feet. She was supposed to be around a few more years; she was supposed to keep me company when they left me to go off to college.

I’m over at Michelle DeRusha’s place today, sharing about some hard things. It’s always good to have a friend along to hold your hand when you share the hard things, you know? And Michelle has been a good friend. She’s also giving a way a copy of my book. So, will you join us? I promise I’ll stay home more often–I know I’ve been running around a lot lately.

And, don’t forget, my friends Shelly and  Diana are  hosting giveaways of my book at their blogs too. Give them a visit for a chance to win a copy of Playdates with God.

I’m taking the time every day, to invite God into my ordinary, to notice how life responds to his presence when my heart is open to him. It’s a practice that inspired a book. And I’m sharing in community with the 31 dayers.

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31 Days of Playdates with God: A Chat with Diane

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Today for my playdate, I’m over at my friend Diane Bailey’s blog. Diane wanted to ask me more about my book Playdates with God and what having a childlike faith means to me. Will you join us for coffee this morning? Diane has been my friend for a while, first online and then in RL. I know you’ll love her hospitality. Meet me on Diane’s front porch and we’ll have a good chat. Feel free to ask me any other questions you might be curious about in the comments over there.

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Don’t forget, my friend Diana is hosting a giveaway of my book at her blog. Head on over there for a chance to win a copy!
I’m taking the time every day, to invite God into my ordinary, to notice how life responds to his presence when my heart is open to him. It’s a practice that inspired a book. And I’m sharing in community with the 31 dayers.
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