A lesson learned from Willy Wonka

I have been quiet lately… well, quiet for me.

I have been feeling a longing back to a deeper intimacy with the Lord. This has been going on for some time, a whisper- a beckoning- back to a place where I feel Him close by, his presence near.

Oh, dear sisters, I have to believe that there are others feeling that same thing.

You may know it is the Lord or perhaps you don’t. Perhaps, you just feel a sense that there has to be more, that something- someone- is calling you.

This is what I love about our Lord. He doesn’t stop pursuing us.

He is relentless.

He is patient.

He doesn’t give up on us.

So, this week, I have been talking more with Him. Reading in the Bible again. But, I kept trying to make it look like what it used to, how we used to talk, and to be honest, it wasn’t working.

At first, I kept saying, Lord, take me back to what it was like, to how we talked and how we walked and we laughed together and cried together. I want to feel your arms like I did back then. 

And funny thing, I kept getting this picture in my head from the old Willy Wonka movie, you know the one with Gene Wilder, which on a side note; he is totally creepy in that movie, not funny at all, just creepy. I’m not sure what they were thinking with that character. Worth mentioning, now moving on….  Continue reading

A glimpse of Greatness. Mother Teresa’s Missionary Charity Center


Well, we arrived safely in Kolkata and there is something about this place, like a piece of art.

The hues are rich and vibrant, buildings of lime green and rusted orange, sari’s of fuchsia and yellows. This has to be one of my favorite places on earth. So full of life. Beauty.

Oh, yes the poverty is here. Make no mistake, there is no missing that, but there is beauty as well. I suppose that is all life, dear sisters, room for poverty- physical poverty- poverty of spirit- poverty of finances- and beauty- beauty in the world around us- beauty in life- beauty in laughter.

Poverty. Beauty. Dwelling side by side. Continue reading

Taking back the pockets

I’ve decided that some of my most restful and reflective times are in the pockets.  You know, the pockets of time in between work and kids and errands, those little moments between life.

They are the 10 minutes we wait in the drive-through line, picking our kids from school. The 5 minutes we are told it will take for a hot cheese pizza to finish baking. The brief moments in the car or walking from our desk to the bathroom or standing idly in line at Starbucks.  Continue reading

Why aren’t you writing…

Why am I not writing? Why the lack of posts?

Sometimes there is nothing to write; there is nothing to say. Sometimes it just needs to be quiet. We live in a society that thrives on noise and busyness- busyness in our lives- busyness in our thoughts. We go-go-go and our minds race-race-race. What if we were to say no more- enough? What if we were to take back moments that held silence as sacred?

So, there it is. I haven’t blogged, because it’s been quiet here. My mind has been quiet. I like that. Quiet. I move through my days enjoying my friends, laughing-chatting- sitting with them in their pains and struggles. I engage with my kids, kissing little noses and hoot and hollering at their sports games. My thoughts have been with them- present with them. Don’t’ get wrong here, I’m still  up in my head; I talk with the Lord, discussing points here or there, telling him how much I love him. I give myself little pep talks interspersed through my day, “Let’s take care of us. Let’s get some sleep, you know that activity where you actually close your eyes and rest.” But for the most part I am present, present in the moment. Fully engaged Fully there.

Sometimes we need to stop our lives and take care of ourselves, be present with ourselves. Let’s take care of ourselves, dear sisters. Even if we can only carve out little pockets of time to recharge, let us hold those times sacred.

After the kids go to bed (and sometimes before if I am in desperate need of refueling my own tank) I will take a few moments to just be. I love to grab a cup of hot tea and sit in my rocking chair on my porch. (I am convinced everyone needs a rocker) When it’s cold I will wrap myself up nice and tight in a warm blanket and sit there quietly sipping my tea. I focus on my breathing- focus on the moment. As my little one likes to remind me, ” inhale Jesus and exhale worries”, and she is right. I inhale love and exhale anger. I inhale trust and exhale control. Inhale. Exhale. I slow life down and just ‘be’ in the moment.

Sisters, find these moments to just be; to be quiet; to be present; to just be you. It is in these moments, dear sisters, that you will see that life is truly beauty-full.