Saturday morning was the last stretch of “workweek” to get through before J and I could be reunited.  After a week of working nights, John was asleep in our bed, tangled in covers and unaffected by my early rising.

A few hours of side work doing some of what I love to do, and I was home, delighted, and in bed again.  We ate a small breakfast and brewed our coffee, sipping slowly as we planned out the day.  Slight smiles and soft speaking back-lit the white comfort of the steam.

We enjoy buying our groceries together.  We went out to the Farmer’s Market and purchased an eggplant, peaches, 2 heirloom tomatoes (Cherokee Purple and German Johnson), fresh eggs, and a $2 pint of blueberries.  We rounded it out with a few Whole Foods selections – salmon, bacon, and prairie bread.

There is nothing like the provision of great food.  It is a shadow of the riches of heaven.


Birthday Weekend

millions of peaches

June 7-June 9, 2013

On my desk sits a glass milk bottle housing a simple, lovely bouquet from the weekend.  A vibrant orange Lilly in full bloom, orange Gerbera daisies, and deep pink roses that may have seen better days but are still providing their understated beauty.

It reminds me of the sweet relationships that I have with those in my community – those who live closely with me, but are not my immediate family.  People who see my choices, who pray for things that perhaps even I do not see, who I know have understanding and grace for me because they believe what God believes about me.

It  whispers that I am deeply loved and cared for.

They called for nasty storms this weekend – we prayed for at least one  beautiful day, and got two!  I woke up to the smell of bacon and pancakes on Saturday, my 26th birthday.  We sat and ate slowly in our pajamas, the door open to welcome morning and let morning welcome us.  I always enjoy breakfasts that end with my cheeks wet with tears, looking over at my husband, realizing all over again that this life is beautiful and it is a gift, always to be thankful for and humbled by.  And there was laughter – lots of laughter.




From May to June

May 31st – June 2nd

We have hit a good stride recently, John and I, with being able to fully enjoy our free time together – because our free time is free.  We have made loose plans and let the rest depend on what needs and what wants to be done in those moments.  It has been a lovely shift from the down-to-the-minute-to-get-it-all-done plan (even planning the “fun” moments – which kind of thieves all the fun away), and the over-commitment we are accustomed to (re: “Yes” to everything asked of us lest I feel guilty, or I fear of what people think of our answer.)

Lately there has been a flag waving over my heart and my life – We cannot be all things to all people.  Only One can!  That has been a freedom for me, a gentle song softening the tough way I measure myself.  Perfection is not required of me.  Dependence is, like a little kid. 

I am learning the delicate dance of balancing a strong hand to protect, and an open hand to give away.  Both are beautiful and needed it their time, and it’s been a growing point to listen with John.  What is God saying?  What is the Father telling us to do?

Saturday morning, John made us wheat pancakes topped with fruit (my request – Saturdays are the best days for breakfast!)  We were sitting at the table with our PJs and our food, and I prayed.  I took a moment to cover our friend Billy who sells his roasted coffee at the Saturday mid-town market.  “Let him sell the most bags he has ever sold today.”  Amen, and we ate, enjoying the quiet Saturday morning, the open sliding-glass door, and each other’s company.  

One hour before the market closed, John and Billy had sold only 20-some bags of coffee – not really a banner day.  They prayed.  Billy asked for 5 more bags.  John asked for 10, then bumped it down to 8.  

The last hour, they sold 11 bags of coffee – and people were still buying even when the boys were breaking down the tent.

That is my Father.  We ask for a little.  Then we get bold and ask for a lot!  And then we do not want to “push it” or be disappointed, and ask for something more modest, more reasonable.

He gives us more than we hoped for.  He gives us more than our “most.”