Thursday, November 17, 2011


I am thankful. 
Thankful for the man who sings Adam Sandler 
to me while I wash the dishes...

"I'll miss you
Kiss you
Give you my coat when you are cold
Need you
Feed you
Even let ya hold the remote control
All I wanna do is grow old with you."

Me too, babe.
 I'm thankful for a bright warm sun on a cold day, staying indoors to cut out paper flags and magazine letters. Thankful for how they glow in the light, reminding me how to glow inside.
 I'm thankful for random dancing in the living room, making music and dipping backwards until my hand touches the ground. Thankful for the strong arms that hold me up and pull me in tight. 
 I am thankful for barren twigs that come alive with heartfelt words of gratitude. Thankful for ideas that spring from a mind at rest, contemplative on the goodness of our God, the love and joy He gives me.
 I'm thankful for home-made pie crust, the golden globs that make my hands sore and counters laden with flour snow.
 Thankful for a hearty meal to share together, to last the weekend and sustain my husband while he works so long.
 I'm thankful to know him, to receive him, to break bread together and live in the peace and fullness of our Savior-Life.
I still have much to learn about being thankful... 
in all things.
Jesus, thank you for making me thankful today.
So thankful.

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

beautiful death

time to walk, to pause, to listen, to seek, 
to capture the moments, the freshness, 
the beautiful death of autumn...
colors that steal my gaze and catch my breath, 
vibrant as fiery gems burning in the sunlight
the movement of earth to gather in preparation, to travel, 
to build shelter, to savor the last of harvest's offerings 
before winter's eve sets in
time to be thankful, to be still, to know peace and feel joy 
in this glorious display of life...
knowing it will soon fall helplessly to the ground, 
barren and brown, cold and burried 
beneath the coming snow
the golden light will turn grey, 
the clear blue will turn to a misty haze, 
the warmth and fragrance will vanish in the 
sting of icy breath

but the memory will stay, 
the hope of green will grow in my heart 
and the waiting will be salved with the 
treasure of togetherness, the warmth of generosity, 
and the fragrance of love. 
my soul thrives in this beautiful death
 as the earth cries out it's last seasonal song
 to the Maker of all things new 
I too, am most beautiful when I let my colors fall to the ground
 allowing His brilliant light to shine through