New Word–Old Word

She seemed to be smiling all the time . . . By the time I knew my Great Grandma Roth, she had lived a lifetime already. I heard all the stories from my Mom: how she felt that she was the Grandma who used to love pretty things, the Grandma who used to play … Continue reading New Word–Old Word →

Breath of God

My breath is taken away by the beauty of my Lord's earth. The way the sun can swiftly break through on a foggy, gray day. Or the way the ice crackles and shifts after a January thawing. And my heart, that felt so hard only moments ago, is just as swiftly thawed into a tenderness … Continue reading Breath of God →

Stillness

I sat on the bridgestill as a stoneAnd watched the fishdarting and dashingunder the rocksand into the shadows. And my heart felt as one knew the quiverthat a stirring in the watercould bring. Two and a half years ago, when my man and I walked to that bridge, I did not realize that I had already begun this … Continue reading Stillness →