May 17
The Spiritual Art of 'Low-Pressure' Scripture Study
Standing at the sink watching my kid trace circles on the window instead of listening to scripture. So I closed the book and tried something different.
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Essays
May 17
Standing at the sink watching my kid trace circles on the window instead of listening to scripture. So I closed the book and tried something different.
May 16
A Lego in the rug, a neighbor at the door, a house that looks lived in. The best hospitality is the kind that doesn't try to impress.
May 16
I was humming in the kitchen making pancakes and my daughter walked in because she wanted to be there.
May 16
A laundry basket has been on my couch for two days. I used to see it as failure. Now I see it as evidence of life.
May 16
Three Cheerios on the kitchen table I had just wiped down. Crumbs are proof that someone was here.
May 15
The vacuum was running at ten o'clock on Saturday night. I was preparing for rest in a way that felt like the opposite of rest.
May 15
The kettle whistled and I could not find the toddler's shoe and the permission slip was due yesterday. I had moved through it without being in it.
May 15
The doorbell rang while I was making cinnamon toast. Shoes piled by the door, toys on the floor. I slid a piece of toast across to her and she started talking.
May 15
My youngest held the scripture book in her sticky hands, unable to read it but holding it close. She was learning that the scriptures are safe to touch.
May 14
My youngest fell asleep during our family prayer. I kept praying but I was smiling. The unfinished moments might be the most sacred ones.