This morning I heard Eve ask her Daddy if she could wear her “Easter” dress today, which, mind you, is really just a very colorfully striped long sweater. At least we’re taking things up a notch from pajamas. His response was simply, “No, love, it’s just Saturday.” Just Saturday. We tuned into a Good Friday …
Shabbat | A Thousand Generations [Part II]
*go back one writing for part I and you’ll better know how we got to this conversation Our family has ebbed and flowed in the practice of Sabbath, and every time we re-start incorporating this day of rest, even if only a handful of weeks have passed, I am immediately reminded of some innate standard …
A thousand generations
I am not sure if I was always this way, but passionate is a word that seems to carry with it the weight of my fiery Italian roots and stubborn persistence. In our courtship, and even those first few years of marriage, Jordan would assume my intensity to be frustration. I assured him that my …
The silver lining
You have perhaps heard the expression before. The silver lining. Defined simply as a consoling or hopeful prospect. The idea that in any situation, no matter how bleak and destitute, or even light and temporary, you have an anchor for your soul that makes the waves seem just as tumultuous, but you more ready to …
Where provision meets the problematic
Twenty-two. I will never forget the irony of the tears that were streaming down my cheeks. The cement sidewalk under my feet felt hard, unfamiliar to the grassy hills I otherwise spent most of my life thus far frolicking through. Making the move from the sleepy valley of Cambridge, New York to the hustle of …
May I have your attention please
I have a problem. I like forward momentum. I live in dreams. I relish in productivity. Okay, not a problem perhaps. Some of you read those few phrases and think nothing but positivity could come from moving forward, passions pursued, and days seeped in accomplishment. Although to every side brings a tempter and every temptation, …
Limited
“There’s just so much I want to do,” were the words I muttered through teary eyes as I whisked myself out of the kitchen where Jordan and I were at the start of one of those conversations better had over a glass of wine than mid-morning before moving along in different directions. For the first …
Replaced
People have the most beautiful potential of speaking into who you were made to become. Their words can breathe life into a wary, critically inward glance or affirm a part of yourself lain otherwise dormant. At my former church community there was a term for pressing into this type of relational power. Hero-maker. Our lead …
Life to the full
1 o’clock in the afternoon and just about time to put my girls down for a nap, which entails a story and a snuggle for however long it takes for them to fall asleep. (Parent as you will, but truth be told, I have absolutely no qualms about curling up next to my children as …
She is clothed with . . .
“Hey so, Jordan, who’s playing the Halftime Show?” “Jennifer Lopez.” Oh I don’t want her to see that. So with that we made her a promise to watch some ice skating together on YouTube, and she was rather satisfied. We talked about the beauty of dance and I affirmed my little love with the beautiful …