Yesterday was Easter.
Something changed.
Nothing changed.
Everything changed.
Such is life between the times.
The "Shorter Christian Prayer" has it right. The readings for Easter are repeated...
He is not here; he has risen!
On the first day of the week, very early in the morning, the women took the spices they had prepared and went to the tomb. They found the stone rolled away from the t...
My plan for the daywas to play in the sun;I got sick insteadso I'm stuck in my spot.
Here's a spot on my porchfrom a week or two back;it will have to sufficetill I'm out of the sack.
Don't know i...
Good Friday, the sacrifice above all sacrifices, remembered this evening in scripture and song.
You see, at just the right time, when we were still powerless, Christ died for the ungodly. Very rar...
Home is the place where I am welcomed.
Home is the place where I welcome others.
Home and welcome make the the world less cold.
Lanse's and Jess's court date was yesterday. The adoption is offi...
Windows, letting in the light, opening my eyes to beauty, expanding my world.
Love is a lot like that, and love has been much on my mind of late, what with all the saying goodbye.
Today we got to...
We are home again, gathered back to our nest. It's good to be home. It's good to be where we belong.
I looked up today's prompt yesterday afternoon. All through the evening question and answer 5...
Between places in a place. At Chicago Union Station en route from the Iowa City Funk place to the Irondequoit Tryon place. A place between places. A familiar, comforting place after travelling t...
Sunday morning, Palm Sunday, and a moment of quiet. The Funk clan, blessed be their name, is out for brunch. Corky and I elected to stay back at the house in the warm silence. We're getting our ...
A couple months ago one of my online friends got me hooked up with prompt-a-day writing project. Some days the prompt is a trigger, other days when I already know what I need to write about it giv...
