Temma and I got our little tree trimmed with all our ornaments this afternoon. That is always a nostalgic task. Many of the ornaments come from friends, as far back as when Temma was a baby and coming off life-support at the hospital after her cardiac arrest. Tim and I came home to our apartment […]
Tag Archives: Calling
We do some reflecting back and forth to each other.
My husband Tim and I met in an intentional Christian community in Grand Rapids, Michigan. We lived together in large households with other folks, pooled all of our resources together, worshiped, prayed, and shared our lives together. Tim and I were married in the community and the community surrounded us and held us up when […]
(An excerpt from Chapter One of my book project. I’m reminded of this photo again as this day of Lent and our nation’s primary elections collide) “Why don’t you move into the Community?” Pastor says. Bring your worldly goods and come live with us. I think it’s God calling me and it is all that […]
“Good morning, sweetie peetie,” I greet Temma each morning, my own eyes still half-shut when I paddle into her room. Her eyes are most often open as if she has been waiting for me. She startles a bit at the sound of my voice, her arms and feet lifting up and her eyes becoming even […]
Writing From the Margins 