“Margaret, I didn’t know you were a runner.” “Oh, I’m not, not really” I said this the day after running my 19th half-marathon, and immediately sensed how ridiculous I sounded. “I mean, I’m not really an athlete. It’s more stubbornness than grace.” ********** I started running seriously when I was just out of college. IContinue reading >>
Ready to be blessed
We are asked throughout Advent to stay ready. For the next few weeks I invite you to reflect with me on the many forms of readiness. For behold, all generations will call me blessed. I didn’t date much before I met my fiancé. There were a sprinkling of dinner-and-a-movies, sometimes more than one with theContinue reading >>
Ready to Run to God’s arms
We are asked throughout Advent to stay ready. For the next few weeks I invite you to reflect with me on the many forms of readiness. I had no business being so calm this week, what with a show opening, the beginning of our run of Holiday Pops, report cards due, and medical drama involvingContinue reading >>
The fragrance of grace
It was nearing midnight and the groom was at the grill, slight perspiration developing above his still-fastened tie. We sat around the fire pit, abandoned by the other wedding guests, the bride’s glow further lit by the glow of the flames. Every few minutes the gleeful groom made his way around the circle with aContinue reading >>
A funny place for grace
One of the most exhausting elements of this recent flare-up of my chronic illness is that I am constantly imagining ways that I will improve. It could be diet or rest or a good old fashioned miracle, so I wear myself out with my hopeful visualizations. Recently, while I was sneaking a few moments of restContinue reading >>