Cares. Caring, care for, careful. Care-full. I know why people go on vacation. It’s to forget, for a time, the weight of the words above listed. Or at least try to. There is, of course, a positive connotation to the word care: that is, to tend to lovingly, as in “caring” for an ailing family member. One of … More Inkspill No. 13: The Fine Art of Carrying Burdens
I have lived nineteen years on God’s green earth. From outer space, of course, this planet is more blue ocean than green land–but if you have ever looked intently into the bouncing waters beneath your quick white tourist boat, as I did one year in Newport–you know that seawater is (in its heart) green. . … More Inkspill No. 7: Time Thoughts
My Dear, You have discovered (to your astonishment) that the good opinions of other people are not, in the end, what brings you happiness. How much grief you’ve caused yourself, attempting to explain your spirit to the world! For in doing so you inevitably alter the truth of it in an effort to win their … More Inkspill No. 5: To a Young Woman
I woke up this morning with a thought: the thing that makes me me is not my brain power, appearance, talents, or accomplishments. Which is good, because each of these has disappointed me at one time or another. No, I am defined by love for God and love for other people. The best thing about me … More Inkspill No. 4: Who am I, Again?
“There remains, then, a Sabbath-rest for the people of God; for anyone who enters God’s rest also rests from his own work, just as God did from his. Let us, therefore, make every effort to enter that rest . . .” (Hebrews 4:9-11, NIV) I will jump right into this with a question: what does the … More Inkspill No. 3: Once Upon a Sunday