Author Archives: oct17

About oct17

The little girl in me loves bird watching, butterflies, sunrises, sunsets, walks in the rain; the adult I am enjoys the same. I sense God's awesomeness in all of life--what wonder there is in slicing a leek or cutting open a pomegranate. I have many favorite things--a formation of Canadian geese flying overhead, the giggles of my grand daughters, the first ripe watermelon in summer, snowflakes on my face--these gifts from my heavenly Father delight me continually.

. . . trusting? . . . and washing feet?

So, maybe I am not as content with confinement as I thought . . . confined . . . but free . . . Something is wrong–just not quite right. This morning I just couldn’t bring myself to joy in … Continue reading

Posted in early morning thoughts | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

. . . confined . . . but free . . .

There is a scene in the film Count of Monte Cristo that triggers fear in me . . . even now . It has been years since I saw the movie. I remember the close confines of the dungeon’s rock … Continue reading

Posted in early morning thoughts | Tagged , , , , , , , , | 4 Comments

an apology is in order

To those on the journey to NOW with me, I apologize for the inconvenience of yesterday’s blog. You, no doubt, received 2 posts— two and an half hours apart.  Our internet service was totally unpredictable and sporadic yesterday; I should … Continue reading

Posted in Uncategorized | 3 Comments

. . . rewinding . . .

The clock struck an early hour. I lay still, listening to its steady whispers as time ticked away . . . one second after another. This heirloom has been ticking and chiming a long time. The clock was Tom’s grandmother’s; … Continue reading

Posted in Marriage memos | Tagged , , , , ,

. . . the last time . . .

“This could be our last breakfast,” I solemnly said to Tom one morning last week. Events of the week had propelled my thoughts into last times and last things. Last week a dear family friend had two strokes and given … Continue reading

Posted in Marriage memos | Tagged , , , , , , , , | 7 Comments

. . . just blind . . .

Why was the line in the post office so long? It took me a second to remember what week it was.  “This is not the week before Christmas, is it?” What is going on I wondered on this fourteenth day … Continue reading

Posted in early morning thoughts | Tagged , , , , , , , | 4 Comments

. . . colorblind? . . .

Now I remember . . . I remember what I miss most about our years in Vienna. Color . . .  hearts painted in every shade of red, yellow, black and browns. I hugged color, laughed with color, prayed with … Continue reading

Posted in early morning thoughts | Tagged , , , , , , , , | 10 Comments