Things my grandmother used to say: You make a better door than a window. It simply means please get out of the way. I heard it every time I stood in from of the television. Always add as many eggs as you want, and one for the pan. This is for scrambled eggs in a continue reading…
Category: Not My Words
Lyrics I like, tidbits from sermons, logophilia
The Glory of Man
We’re in Scottsdale this week, a trip that replaced the canceled excursion to Costa Rica. I want to invite you to read a book with me this summer and I’m giving you lots of time if you’re a procrastinator or slow reader. It’s called Worthy: Celebrating the Value of Women. I haven’t read it yet, continue reading…
He’s on your side–he is not on your side
I recently told a younger friend (she’s not much younger than me but she likes to be called young) that I turned 46 two weeks before the last election. No content warning needed–this is not a political post. For the most part, my feelings on politics can be summed up in Joshua 5:13-14. Joshua is continue reading…
Analyzing the Average Four–The Imaginative Aesthete
January is nearing the end and I feel like I did ok with my new year plans. I’m curious, so please share how you fared with your January goals—but I know some people are vehemently against making resolutions. Generally, I do what I feel like doing, and I don’t judge myself too harshly if I continue reading…
Subjectively Speaking
I have a memory of standing next to my grandmother in church and hearing her sing. She didn’t have an especially pleasant voice, but I found comfort in the sound. (To this day, I am more apt to sing out loud in corporate worship if someone nearby is singing imperfect and loud.) There are several continue reading…