Category: Faith

  • Joy Perfume or {The Scent of a Mother}

    source Do you remember what your mother smelled like when you were a small child? They say “scent” is the strongest memory keeper of all the senses. In my mind’s eye tonight is an old wooden chest, stacked with memories: the texture of my wedding veil, the creases of my husband’s hand the first time…

  • First and Third

    Time is passing with graceful speed. I believe there was a gust of cold snowy air and then January was nearly behind me, tapping on my shoulder to bid farewell before fading away to memory. Very soon a little boy will come to live in our house again. A little boy. I think God knew…

  • High Water.

    I can only give you my word that every bit of this story is true. I woke up early on Saturday morning. I was planning to make the two hour drive north to my family’s farm to spend time with my parents, grandparents, and observe part of the harvest. I had a telephone call from…

  • The Dance.

    When I was younger, I was a ballet dancer. Not a six year old in a tutu, but an eighteen year old with a passion and a drive (and shin splints and blisters like the devil and a diet that consisted largely of Rice Krispies and Diet Coke.) Come close and I will tell you…

  • Time out for Marriage: Or Things To Remember

    My husband has a tiny scar beneath his left eye that is the only visible reminder of his run-in with the chicken pox at age 6. I love that scar. I remember falling in love with that scar some 8 years ago now-as well as the rest of him. As I was laying in bed…

  • Dear Birthday Boy,

    My Dearest A, Do you know that you were born into this world 6 years ago today? And that I remember your first breath? That I memorized the sound of your first cry and the feel of your tiny finger when it reached for mine? Did you know that it has been you and me,…

  • When the Storm has Swept by

    Several years ago a vicious spring storm tore through our area. It was April and my garden had just begun to bloom after a long and cold winter. After the storm, we walked our yard to survey the damage and I found my tulips strewn haphazardly across the front yard. I cried. I did. It…