– reading about Eugene and through Winn’s words; Eugene was such a dear and a true saint – a bounty of zinnias – relearning the Lord’s faithfulness (he’s so good and so kind) – sharing my zinnias – seeing how perfectly Boston fits in with the Raths – George House with the EberGreens for the… Continue reading TTMMH: August
Growing up, one of worst (but accurate) insults that could be flung at me and one that was often flung by my sister’s hand was the accusation of copying. I’d want the same thing for lunch as her or I’d want to read the same book as her or I’d pick out similar crayon colors… Continue reading All Sham, No Wow
A little story inspired by: a photo I found on Pinterest, excitement to see my Grandma in a couple weeks, and my impatience for fall She walks in without knocking as she’s accustomed to doing and yells, “Grandma?” in lieu of ringing the doorbell. “I’m back here,” Lilian, yells in response, “Careful where you step.… Continue reading An Afternoon Visit
There is a sort of appeal in living a hidden life like the Amish, or Catholic monks, or the Hutterites. From my viewpoint on the outside looking in, it seems so satisfying and almost romantic but mostly, it seems peaceful. And I’m sure if I were to sit down and talk with someone who lives… Continue reading Open Hiddenness
up close fireworks Mom and I sharing the title of “Grill Master” grilled corn on the cob experiencing the grace of God in difficult times finding Perc last minute detour to the Smokies the Cape Cod letters finishing Bruchko the Lost Art of Listening series reading the Rose Garden with Hannah knitting my first hat… Continue reading TTMMH: July
receiving my Dawn Treader going to Michindoh and taking a blessed nap in a hammock the Penderwicks hugs that I didn’t know I needed Axel melting into Lis’ arms: “I’ve been waiting for you all day” Zinnias reaching up to say hello Levi the Poet posting daily on instagram hollyhocks at Lakeside finding the Space… Continue reading TTMMH: June
I planted some flowers Saturday because I was, and still am, in much need of hope. The world and my outlook on it has been getting dimmer and dimmer. I needed a physical remembrance that hope exists- not in some far off land that you can only find by stepping into a wardrobe at the… Continue reading Z. Elegans
blueberry crisp the lilacs blooming Rissa: “Dorie, I hope you know that you’ve mastered that quietly disappointed tone of voice” This poem the Raths, they’re so kind the Cleveland Art Museum, especially the rooms with Orthodox art Ray & Lisa’s hospitality duck eggs hearing David preach frozen lavender lemonade going to the Helms’ church bringing… Continue reading TTMMH: May
I’ve known God since, or maybe before, the moment I came into the world but sometimes it still feels like I’m just getting to know him; he’s so vast and there’s always much more to know. Lately I’ve been getting to know his weightiness, his glory, and it hasn’t necessarily been a pleasant experience. His… Continue reading Not So Easy A Load To Carry
I started taking a church history class through my church called Orthodoxy & Heresy. Last night we had a great discussion, or, I guess I should say a great discussion was had. I was very much a listener and didn’t participate more than nodding and “Mmm”ing in agreement. But I got a lot out of… Continue reading What I Learned and am Still Learning
