Tag: faith

God, I need Thee

God, I need Thee.When morning crowds the night awayAnd tasks of waking seize my mind;I need Thy poise. God, I need Thee.When love is hard to seeAmid the ugliness and slime,I need Thy eyes. God, I need Thee.When clashes come with thoseWho walk the… Continue Reading “God, I need Thee”

The Clothesline

… one may find it extremely helpful to discover a clothesline on which all of one’s feelings and thoughts and desires may be placed. Howard Thurman, The Creative Encounter I woke up feeling irritable. Then, my cinnamon rolls didn’t turn out (I think I… Continue Reading “The Clothesline”

A Slower Tempo

Take your time and expect them to take theirs. Be very tolerant. Be as undemanding as you can. This slow tempo will help the contemplative side of your life: but if you get in a frenzy and want quick results, you will run into… Continue Reading “A Slower Tempo”

The Last Page

Here’s an author’s perspective: We work REALLY hard to tell a story in a certain way–we edit and re-edit and agonize over what parts to tell in what order, because the *way* the story unfolds is integral to the story itself. And the ending–specifically… Continue Reading “The Last Page”

Prayer of Confession

In the Book of Common Prayer, the morning prayer of confession begins, ALMIGHTY and most merciful Father; We have erred, and strayed from thy ways like lost sheep… I was interested to read Lancelot Andrewes note on this prayer — We have wittingly and… Continue Reading “Prayer of Confession”

If You Say So

The following is an edited version of a post first published on January 2, 2012. I wrote it when my mother was still living at home and I was trying to help my father with her. My sister and I can carry on¬†conversations using… Continue Reading “If You Say So”


A few weeks ago I babysat my grandson and got to change his diaper. When I first became the mother to a little boy, my mother had warned me to not leave a boy¬†uncovered too long. Beware the fountain of youth. You know. Even… Continue Reading “Yuck”

Safe and Swim

Originally my plan was to write about “safe” for the letter S. About a month ago, I overheard a conversation while waiting for my father. He was visiting friends and I was sitting in the front lobby of the nursing home after an unsuccessful… Continue Reading “Safe and Swim”


Every Saturday morning, I sit alone, pen poised over my journal, and attempt to write a prayer. It is a discipline that I have not mastered. My words falter and fall flat on the page. Then, as I pray my newly-written prayer in the… Continue Reading “Prayers”


Laurel has been practicing cracking an egg with one hand — with these: “Please can I try it with a real egg?” she begged the other night. “No,” I replied. I was tired and the likelihood of having to clean up an egg mess… Continue Reading “Egg”