Matthew 5:38-48; The Message (MSG) Love Your Enemies 38-42 “Here’s another old saying that deserves a second look: ‘Eye for eye, tooth for tooth.’ Is that going to get us anywhere? Here’s what I propose: ‘Don’t hit back at all.’ If someone strikes you, stand there and take it. If someone drags you into court and sues … Continue reading Give Him Your Cloak, Too
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He grew up under the last remnants of Communism - red neck scarf and in formation bootleg movies from the West the permeation of grey. The son of an engineer, who wanted to be a professional violinist, and an ophthalmologist. The grandson of an army general, who was in charge of a smattering of spa … Continue reading Him
When Your Child’s “Love Language” is Acts of Service.
She is seven and I am only allowed to kiss her once a day on the top of her head. Hugs are only given, never received. Snuggling is only when there is a subsequent fever. At first - I thought perhaps my daughter was merely attempting to emulate her tween sister. I waited until she … Continue reading When Your Child’s “Love Language” is Acts of Service.
Fear Not.
This week. Oh, my heart. Too much. Too much. Bombings and pain, displaced people, grief and loss, war and terror, fear. My husband was a Television and Radio major in college. He had a professor of media who has had a long and illustrious career in the industry. He shared with his class that the … Continue reading Fear Not.
Let Me Tell You About Owen
Admittedly, I never knew there was a difference. How could I? Like so many things in life, we do not become knowledgeable until it becomes relevant. I have seen service dogs around the community, and I knew that these dogs are working and not to be acknowledged or approached without consent. I knew about therapy … Continue reading Let Me Tell You About Owen
Clashing Symbols
My heart has felt so heavy lately. Has yours? And frankly, it has been less about the events of the world and more about the responses to it. Just yesterday, as I sat in a waiting room, I overheard a conversation that was borderline hate speech. And what I found so interesting is that these … Continue reading Clashing Symbols
Do All Things With Love.
If you were to ask what her secret was to her phenomenal cooking, her response would inevitably be:: "I cook each and every thing with Love." Babička Eva grew up in the beautiful agrarian town of Opočno, in Moravia, near to the Polish border. Her parents built the very house she lived in with … Continue reading Do All Things With Love.
God Made Adam and Eve. And Steve.
The conversation continues - that ugly banter of "my right is so much more right than your right." It really is sickening, isn't it? And I find myself often asking, where does my heart lie as a woman of faith? Like so many, I grew up in the Church. And whereas I am able to say … Continue reading God Made Adam and Eve. And Steve.
The House with the Cranberry Door
I grew up in the House with the Cranberry Door. I remember my mother choosing the color for that door, swatches of blindingly similar hues slathered onto the back side of the door. How she remembered what shade was what, I'll never know. My parents bought the House with the Cranberry Door when I was … Continue reading The House with the Cranberry Door
Raindrops & Rivers 