The Treasure Hunt

The Treasure Hunt

Attending the services is a matter of constant movement. My arms, they’re seldom empty and it’s a rare occasion I find myself ending a service standing in the spot where I began. I’ve long abandoned that naive notion, the one that equates the caring for young children with lost opportunities....

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Again and Again

Again and Again

She’d just turned three and I found her sitting in the middle of a bedroom floor, carefully building a tower of wooden blocks. She didn’t notice my gaze, me just taking her in, wondering at her. Her attention was fixed on stacking another piece and I held my breath as...

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How to Live in the Jordan

How to Live in the Jordan

In a house full of children, a mother has to wake up early to hear the silence. An hour before sunrise, an alarm set quiet wakes me from sleep. That’s when I open my eyes and I listen. I make sure no one’s stirring, make certain this house lies covered...

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Deliver Me From Idle Words

Deliver Me From Idle Words

Tremendous power lies hidden in the smallness of a single word. Seemingly insignficant, a word holds within itself the power to encourage or to unleash the demon of despair. All of creation came into being by the Word. It seems God’s creative example holds within itself the greatest model for...

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Why Do We Fast?

Why Do We Fast?

It’s what weighs on a mother’s heart, nurturing the spiritual lives of her children. And times like these, days when we’re fasting, the burden of care grows heavy. It’s the longing that our children will embrace this life of repentance fully. I always find myself praying for the simple things...

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Handwork

Handwork

In the beginning, God created out of nothing. And those created in His Image, He planted deeply within them the desire to create beauty out of His gifts. A priest once told me that God gave us this gift of creativity so that we would always have a way to...

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When Words Run Dry

When Words Run Dry

Sometimes words lose meaning, their depth emptied from overuse. Words like: friend, love, conversion… I turn over the shell of a word, a name that once meant something more, something different, and I wonder at the skin left behind. A word shed of meaning. Is it because we’ve grown too...

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New Beginnings

New Beginnings

It wasn’t long ago, just last month in fact. I was standing at my kitchen sink, a friend on a stool nearby. She was looking round the room when she said smiling, “I’m noticing a theme here – so many reminders of the four seasons in your home.” I grinned...

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