Heart is Where the Home Is
We steer up our long country driveway, and these ash trees that line the lane wave a gentle, green greeting — a welcome-back to weary travelers. The gravel underneath is percussion, a dusty drumming for our entrance from faraway-to-here. The girls see the sunflowers first, bursting yellow by the cornfields — these prolific weeds that the girls refuse to call weeds because they ... Pin ItShare Continue Reading.... Posted in: A-ha Moments, Eyes Toward Home Comments (15)------------------------------------------
A Great Procession
Maybe it’s because my favorite farmer turned 40 this month. Maybe it’s because I’m about to. A birthday cake to Scott from my Mom. Who knows why exactly, but lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about getting older. Not in an obsessive, I’m-going-to-get-more-gray-hair-and-wrinkles way. And not in an I’m-going-to-die-and-I’m-freaking-out way. I used to be scared of the wrinkles; and ... Pin ItShare Continue Reading.... Posted in: Eyes Toward Home Comments (15)------------------------------------------
How To Feel Full For Life
“It is a solemn thing, and no small scandal in the Kingdom, to see God’s children starving while actually seated at the Father’s table.” — A.W. Tozer I have filled my closets with new clothes, my walls with shiny awards, my puffed-up ego with compliments, my two-faced heart with the desires of man. I have pulled up to ... Pin ItShare Continue Reading.... Posted in: Eyes Toward Home Comments (27)------------------------------------------
Writing My Eulogy
She’s buried six feet below the grandest of all the grave markers in the cemetery east of town. Her husband had selected an angel on a pedestal emblazoned with his bride’s photograph — an extravagant option nearly 100 years ago. For a long time, I knew her only from the photo and a few time-worn ... Share Continue Reading.... Posted in: death, eulogy, Eyes Toward Home, resolve Comments (20)------------------------------------------
Nursing-Home Visit
I kneel by his recliner. Sunday afternoon sunlight warms my back. The old farmer’s eyes shimmer when we talk about the harvest or the Twenty-Third Psalm or the first Sunday of Advent. His age-worn, red-rimmed eyes pop open wide when I tell him that, yes, our little country church found a pastor. And yes, the ... Share Continue Reading.... Posted in: Eyes Toward Home, scripture doodles Comments (19)------------------------------------------
JENNIFER @ GETTING DOWN WITH JESUS
