Living into the sacred space of God's everyday grace
Happiness is finally organizing one's over-stuffed bookshelf. I’d been using one set of shelves in a way that wasn’t useful, so I set about creating a friendlier home for my books. I went from crowded crammed in, and ugly to room to grow more comfortable, and easier to engage. Including space based on a graphic… Continue reading Creating a Sacred Space
Borrowing a cup of sugar from a neighbor always seemed cliché to me. That is, until the day I watched with dismay as my last two eggs landed splat on my kitchen floor as I was making a dessert to take to a party. With no time to run to the store, it made the… Continue reading Living on Borrowed Hope
I'm happy to be at the Breathe Conference blog today, sharing my thoughts on attending the keynote address last month. Walking into the auditorium at the Breathe Christian Writers Conference, words like “imposter” and “wannabe” floated through my mind. I took a deep breath, pushed the rude comments aside, and found a seat near the… Continue reading Learning to Enjoy the Slow Lane
When it comes to a vegetable garden’s bounty, summer is an embarrassment of riches. Refrigerator drawers overflow with a rainbow of food just waiting to be chopped, sliced, and enjoyed. Sunny kitchen window sills become prime real estate for tomatoes that still wear collars of green. But it doesn’t happen overnight. My garden began on… Continue reading The Abundance of an Autumn Harvest
Milestones and the dates on which they occur embed in our memories, whether we want them to or not. My grandpa’s been gone for 20 years but January 30 will never pass without it being his birthday. Although I’m no longer married, the Fourth of July hasn’t stopped being my wedding anniversary and the day… Continue reading Labor Day Redemption
The four seasons in Michigan are sometimes referred to as Almost Winter, Winter, Still Winter and Road Construction, aka Orange Barrel Season. However, when it comes to seasons changing, the date on the calendar is largely irrelevant.
If you’re from Michigan, you know who Mitch Albom is. The same way you know Bob Seger, Vernors and how to pronounce Mackinac. Think Mitch, and a progression of thoughts come without trying. Freep. Sports. Columns. Morrie. Inevitably, Tuesdays with Morrie.
I don’t know Amy Young but I feel like I know her heart. I recognized it years ago when I read An open letter to pastors {A non-mom speaks about Mother’s Day}. It is one of the most inclusive, grace-filled places to land on Mother’s Day. The subsequent letters, comments and resources provide a patchwork… Continue reading A softer place to land
Every spring this tree near my mom's house flashes its dazzling duality for all to see. I suspect the white was grafted onto the pink at some point and since I’m no genus genius, I arbitrarily call most pink flowering trees cherry blossom and most white flowering trees apple blossom. Maybe that makes this a… Continue reading And so on and so on and scooby dooby doo *
When Harry Potter entered Bellatrix Lestrange’s vault in search of a horcrux, he found the vault under a “gemino curse” that multiplied everything he and others touched. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GwGAn6UYXYI I purposely walked back into an old vault recently. No gold, but a lot of memories that seemed to multiply just as quickly. My “vault” was a… Continue reading Theory of Multiplication
Patricia Alderman 