Sighs & Groanings

Brown eyes searching my face, my oldest son leans his lanky body into me then tucks his head under my chin. “Did I hurt your boo-boo?” he asks, pulling back and looking at the red gash on my neck.

Wrapping my arms around him, I pull him into my embrace, “No, buddy, I’m fine.”

“Mom? I don’t like looking at where you had your surgery.”

I look into his eyes, wishing I could read into his soul and know what’s really going on behind his penetrating gaze. “What… What do you think about when you see it?” I stumble over my words, “What…? Tell me… what’s going on in your mind? What are you feeling, buddy?”

The Folly Of The Lord

One of the things I love about this Advent season is hearing the story of Christ’s birth told and re-told, sung and re-sung. (I am greatly missing that this year as our church hasn’t done it’s usual Advent series.) So I have been reading and re-reading, whether it’s through the Word or through books or poetry, I am filling my heart and mind with the beauty of this season. My friend, Monica, gave me an amazing book full of the writings of Luci Shaw and Madeleine L’Engle. Over the next few days, I’ll be posting some of my favorite passages by them in hopes that you will be as blessed as I have been.