by Kit | Mar 22, 2019 | On Living, Think About these Things, Uncategorized
Rest. I awake after a topsy-turvy sleep episode, feeling robbed of my fair share. What’s this headache about, Lord? Why this uninvited tension knotting my shoulders, sending zingers up my neck? Could you be plowing in your own strength again, Child? His invitation...
by Kit | Feb 19, 2019 | On Living, On Loveliness, Think About these Things, Whatever is Lovely, Worthy of Praise
Choose joy,” they say. But how? My friend Erik just marked a bittersweet anniversary, a decade passed since a snowboarding accident left him paralyzed, confined to a wheelchair. Yesterday Erik wrote this: “It was ten years ago today that I lost my ability to...
by Kit | Jan 28, 2019 | On Empty-Nesting, On Living, Think About these Things
Image: HGTV Today as I type, I’ve got a front-row view of some curious goings-on across the street at the old, historic farmhouse. For years that beloved local landmark had gone to ruin. Many chased the dream of fixing it up . . . until they did a cost-analysis....
by Kit | Dec 2, 2018 | Advent Reflections, On Empty-Nesting, On Parenting, Think About these Things
A Vintage Christmas {Advent series, week 1} vintage: of old, recognized, and enduring interest, importance, or quality : CLASSIC The angel said to him, “Do not be afraid, Zechariah, for your prayer has been heard, and your wife Elizabeth will bear you a son, and you...
by Kit | Oct 19, 2018 | On Empty-Nesting, On Living, On Parenting, Think About these Things
October ushers in our first icy mornings—and steady winds, punctuated by wild gusts. What few leaves remain on the Aspens seem to never not be in motion. I wonder what’s up with those crusty holdouts, still lodged there, decaying on the branch. Yet so often...
by Kit | Sep 11, 2018 | On Empty-Nesting, On Living, Think About these Things
Against my better sense, I open the email. Our local community college is pitching a continuing education class called Pine Needle Basketry. This strikes me funny, and I do an internal eye-roll. Ha! That will be the day. And I direct my forefinger toward the delete...
