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This morning my Nana passed away at the age of ninety-nine.
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Category: Daily life
At Risk Photos: An Experiment (Part One)
A Letter to Ezra
Dear Ezra,
You just turned five years old. I am writing you a letter to let you know how proud I am of you, and to let you know how much I love you.
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Now where were we?
Reflections and Ramblings: Volume Twenty-Six
Continue reading “Now where were we?”Seeking after all these things
Thirty-Two
Reflections and Ramblings: Volume Twenty-Five
More Together Than We Know
Some reflections on Wendell Berry’s “The Country of Marriage,” John Mark McMillan’s “Magic Mirror,” and what it means for a married couple to be spiritual partners in faith on the occasion of Andrew’s 32nd birthday. Continue reading “More Together Than We Know”
Foreseen in Joy
This post is written by Sarah
I got to sleep in this morning and as I drifted slowly awake a memory came to me of my first Mother’s Day. It was 2012 and I was six months pregnant with Micah. Some dear friends of ours, Arthur and Min Lee Ang were also expecting a child. Together with a couple single friends from our church we all went out for brunch after the service to celebrate. The day was chilly but the sun was warm so we ate out on the patio. As I remembered this scene I got out of bed and remarked to Andrew, “That was one of the best days of my life.” Continue reading “Foreseen in Joy”
Carrion
Last week sometime I was watching Planet Earth II. I have watched the original Planet Earth more times than I can recall. Having new material to go through has been an exquisite pleasure.
A scene began following a Golden Eagle through the Alps in the winter. David Attenborough, the famous BBC narrator, explained that at this time food is so scarce that the eagle must spend almost all of its time searching or else starve. I watched as the thing circled around and around in majestic arcs, all the while scanning the ground for its salvation. I leaned forward, looking for that faint movement that would be some rodent or other animal scampering across the snow. Rilke whispered to me, Continue reading “Carrion”
