Long before America created an overflowing and beautifully sophisticated Thanksgiving table, thanksgiving was a thing. Before pilgrims gathered around a rough wood hewn table, or a sweet row of little hands clasped in prayer at my own table, thanksgiving was a thing. The Israelites in the wilderness didn’t do so well with the concept of […]
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“Thank you for the sghetti,” the little voice said. My daughter’s hands, folded in prayer sat against the edge of the kitchen table. Those first prayers were so pure and yet so very contrived, for while they searched the entire room for fodder, they droned on and on. Her forehead puckered and her eyes squinted. […]
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When we moved into a tiny Italian village, we gained immediate notoriety as, The American Family. In fact, we were the only Americans in the area. We were an anomaly. I could feel the tension rise every time I stepped into our little corner grocery store. When I pushed open the door, the shopkeepers looked […]
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There were days, dark and bare. Black and silent. And though those days are mostly past, sometimes even today, when I least expect it, the veil, which holds suffering inside, seems to evaporate with fresh tears. Grief is like that. It swells in unconfined waves, and calms again like peace in a storm. And sometimes, […]
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Whatever State You are In Today “Not that I speak in regard to need, for I have learned in whatever state I am, to be content.” Philippians 4:11 NKJV So what state did you wake up in? Red, blue, maybe a little purple? Sometimes I wonder why the Apostle Paul had to go and be such […]
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