Day 4: Immortality

“We were created to live on earth unlike animals who die and disappear with time, but with the high purpose to live with God not for a hundred years or so but for eternity”. – St. Innocent of Alaska, Indication of the Way into the Kingdom of Heaven: An Introduction to Christian Life I’m feeling particularly human, particularly mortal today. I’ve been suffering from this same virus for about 3 weeks. It…

30 (or 40) days of blogging…again

So, last year I threw in with some other Orthodox writer types and wrote every day for 30 (or 40) days during what we call the Nativity Fast in the Orthodox tradition. It was fun, so fun, I’m doing it again this year. Last year I was scattered and wigged out. This year…well, okay this year I’m scattered and wigged out too. Let’s just admit that “scattered and wigged out” is my…

Day Ten: Words

This essay first appeared in the Ruminate Magazine blog earlier this year. In this season of waiting, examination and hope it felt right, when given the “choice” of topic for the blog challenge to pull this one out. Also, I’ve been a little cranky lately. ………………. Better safe than sorry… The word was out of my mouth before I had a chance to think, before I had a chance to choose carefully…

Day Five: A Good Work

“He who began a good work in you will be faithful to complete it.” -Phillipians 1:6 We made the transition from homeschooling to “real” schooling this year for all four of the kids. As much as I hate to admit it, I’m the helicopter mom now. When we homeschooled I was all about adventure and self-directed learning and following instincts, sending them to “real” school has shown me to the be the…

Day Four: Choice

In ancient Rome there was a poem About a dog who found two bones He picked at one He licked the other He went in circles He dropped dead Freedom of choice Is what you got Freedom of choice! -“Freedom of Choice” Devo The topic for today’s blog challenge was left up to the writer, an open theme, write what you like and that kind of sucks frankly. I’ve typed and backspaced…

Day Three: Vanity

I began coloring my hair when I was 14. The house we lived in had belonged to my grandparents and my grandmother left a bottle of her “Fanci-full” temporary hair color under the sink. My pre-teen hair color stared me in the face every morning before school. My grandmother called it “dishwater blonde” and that term came first to mind as I stared into the mirror to begin another day in middle…

Day One: Beards

It’s not cheating for me to post an excerpt from my book, “Nearly Orthodox” (coming soon from Ancient Faith Publishers!) Ok, it’s a little bit cheating but when I read about the prompt from the Preacher’s Institute for today’s topic it jumped into my brain. So, there’s that. ………. The first time I rode a two-wheeled bike it was with my older brother J.D. standing behind me, both hands on the back…