Monthly Archives: June 2016

Quick Lessons from Little People

There’s ham and green bean casserole in the oven.

Our rented house smells like a meal and it makes me glad.

Sitting out back here just adjacent to a pine, there’s a sunflower growing in the crack of our pavement. It’s tall and bright and leaning over a bit from the glory load it’s beholding.

Something else green and lean is shooting up from potted dirt to my left. I never know what will sprout around here, with my oldest loving the bounty that gardening brings.

He will plant anything in hopes of a yield. 

He will gather pots and recyclables, emerge hands into dark dirt, ground a seed, cover it loose but surely, and wait for life to surge.

The first break of green brings happy celebrations. The first realization that a seed isn’t taking brings a trying again.

Hope. 

Persistence.

Two of the things his Mama here needs exemplified the most.

There’s a bush straight ahead at the end of the property just lining the fence – that is flowering something soft blue and beautiful. All these little bunches of deep lavender spilling out off of skinny limbs – my youngest picks them for the baby and me.

He sticks them in our faces all giddy and expects me to quickly find a vase.

Thoughtfulness.

Generosity.

Two things I pray he keeps alive and growing.

The trampoline we received two Christmas’ ago is tucked over in the far corner of the yard. It’s dotted with pine needles and twigs. My girl child flies and flips and jumps fine and free on that thing. Her pony tail whips and she throws arms up and back and she laughs loud and sweet.

Watching her, I have envied that carefree spin and prayed that I can partake likewise.

Joy.

Laughter.

Two things that often times slip slowly away, but two things that make a world of difference in the life of a family.

The timer just went off on the stove. Baked meat and bubbled casserole await.

I’m heading in to plate food, praying that the things dished out here last a lifetime.

Overflow

Our neighbor’s zucchini plant has crossed the wooden border. It has grown and flourished high and free and sprawling, and is now ivy-ing atop our flowering bush. My boys have been watching it ferociously, worried every morning that our neighbor will trim her garden and take away our overflow. A yellow flower is blooming on the end of one of… Read more →

Congregating

We decide what we get out of Sundays. You and I… We are the ones who make the decision to unclench fists and preferences to really receive. No matter who’s preaching. No matter what worship songs are sung. No matter liturgical or charismatic or conservative or evangelical. No matter cathedral or loft or school or tent or barn or basement.… Read more →

Filled

There’s something about the mix of morning song and piano music that settles my spirit. I’m outside again, in this weighty sauna of the southern coast. I have my lawn chair unfolded, my ears bent toward the trees, and my favorite Brian Crain playing. It’s making me feel like I’ve chosen to do the very best things. Listening, noticing, recording.… Read more →

A Summer Morning

Our first few swims of the season are in the books. June’s weddings have commenced. The kids have wrapped up grade levels. The humid scorch that visits our area this time of year is saying a heavy hello. The grass is growing higher and healthier than in past months. All the birds are back, busy, and singing. And our friends are… Read more →

Hello Again

I had high hopes of rising early today. It’s been two weeks or so since I’ve been able to sit and share here, so I’m way past due for a posting. Staying in the good habit of writing and sharing on a consistent basis is something I’m devoted to. It’s healthy for me. And I think in the long course… Read more →