Browsing Reflections

Summer’s Secret

It’s coming.

At least six inches; at least. A snow storm, they say. On it’s way.

Already a gentle whirlwind dons her glittering gown, dances past the window panes. And all she passes sparkles, twinkles with delight.

It’s coming. Yes, I shudder. Let’s get ready.

Little Treasures

She gave Mommy a tube of light pink lotion with a dark pink rose on it. She can’t read the label, but it’s pretty and smells good and it’s something a mother should have. So it’s just what a little girl should give to her mommy for Christmas….

Deadline

Deadline presses hard, hard against my mind and thoughts. And so my fingers press harder; harder against the keyboard. Striking words, pushing thoughts, from the inside to the out.

Minutes pass, and hours; the pendulum sways them all away. We pass into the new day together…

Truth Falls Fresh

She put her forehead to the floor and started to sob. Sobbing like only a preschooler can—for something I’d forgotten you could cry about.

She cried for Jesus….

In Search of the Peaceful Life

Organization is something that’s never been easy for me. I should say, it’s something that’s never been for me. I go from day to day “reinventing the wheel” so to speak – always trying to discover the best way to keep up with myself and the things I have to accomplish…

Something for Free

They waited eagerly at the end of the driveway; the music grew nearer. The ice cream truck approached.

“Mom?”

The desperate question rang out toward the house. A shake of the maternal head; not today…

Pearls in My Sandwich

Today, I’m taking a little stroll down memory lane. I’m thinking about lunch…in the school cafeteria.

I avoided eating around other kids, because I had a secret to protect…

Walk With Your Hands

If you ever get the chance to hold the hand of a new-to-walking toddler, take it. When you do, you’ll find that walking, at this stage, has little to do with shuffling the feet, and everything to do with grasping the hand…

A Personal Massage

As I write, I’m delightfully basted in the scent of lemon grass oil; I just got a massage. I’m thankful for the kind woman who spent an hour of her time trying to talk some relaxation into these stubborn, over-tightened muscles of mine. Actually, I’m a little more than thankful. I’m downright…

Eye-Level Pleasures

I turned around just in time to see him close the toilet lid. Then he stood there, staring silently with satisfaction. Fearing the worst, I quickly picked it back up–to my horror. There they were…

A moment of rest. A place for peace. A chance to hear the sounds in the stillness. I pray you find it; maybe here. That something that moves you heavenward right where you are. And helps you remember that while you live in the deep, you were made for a Place far above.

Go Deep

Psalm 1:2-3 (NIV) ...his delight is in the law of the LORD, and on his law he meditates day and night. He is like a tree planted by streams of water, which yields its fruit in season and whose leaf does not wither. Whatever he does prospers.

Janine Petry