Tag: living on purpose

Cornucopia

Deep autumn air Finagles through window seams Invigorating my soul from sleep Cradled by feather pillows And fleece blankets Loves sleep-dreaming around me Rain forest coffee beans Party in my thalamus Crimson pomegranate seeds Plink into the bowl Dark wheat bread lies rustic in…

Rescue

Flashing blue lights Watery in my rear view mirror Rain pounds relentlessly Sirens scream past I pause I pray For whoever is in need For officers risking lives to respond For emergency personnel Who cannot unsee what lies ahead For nurses and doctors Who…

Lessons from screen free week

She handed her shirts to the cashier, and I noticed a theme in the inscriptions of each piece as they were unfurled, scanned, and bagged. “I’m not listening” “The less you care, the happier you’ll be.” (I can’t remember the third one at the…

Broken Mirrors

I was going through an old binder of original and cover songs when I played and sang with friends on a regular basis. I found this song I wrote in 2005. In some ways it feels more relevant today than it did twelve years…

Poetry, Family, Creation Care

A few weeks before Christmas, I took Our 9 and 6 year-old on a walk through the basement of our house. The goal was to find ten items that I would eventually write a poem about. We play the “describing game” all the time…

Potpourri: no, yes, hope, food

Happy New Year! Our family continues to heal from a grueling last half of 2017, but we are certainly here with more hope and peace than we’ve had in a long time. There are still remnants of illnesses, but overall we are much healthier…

Holy airs versus holy heirs

She became a holy heir because she drank from the living water offered through Jesus Christ. No doubt there were many with holy airs scoffing at the idea that she would ever amount to anything good.

I bargained with God and got my end of the deal! Now what?

For most who know my family, it’s no secret 2017 has been a year of difficulties. I wrote down the “big” things the other day and came up with this list. Husband – mono (severe) and pneumonia (still dealing with symptoms of mono) Me…

Dirt Road Therapy

Before picking our children up from school today, I took twenty minutes to drive down a lovely gravel road near our house. I’m going to share more soon about the journey our family has been on this past year, but for now, learning how…

Musings from a $1.50 retreat 

Sometimes gifts come in the most unsuspecting ways, like several weeks ago when I picked up a book for $1.50 at a thrift store. I was taking my mother-in-law to an appointment and she loves to stop by thrift stores along the way. The…

Tattoos, Tributes, and the Harlow Family Seal

I’ve learned to ask for stories behind tattoos. Many are in tribute to a life or a belief, while others have no real thought behind them. In the child-loss community, some have initials, angel wings, or even actual pictures, foot prints or echocardiograms of…

Confessions; just in case I’ve misled you

“You have the perfect life,” she said, “a great husband, beautiful children, doing what you love for work. I dream about your life.” Wait! What?! I nearly spit out my tea.  “You know, what you post on Facebook,” she added, “Your life is perfect.”…

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