Category: Family Life
Another Way for week of January 5, 2018 Clean Mugs and Emptied Trash Cans Every time I pick up my mug from my office desk—and it still has some of yesterday’s stale coffee—I’m reminded of one of the reasons I’m missing our office housekeeper from the last 34 years. [...]
Because of my three-part blog entry about Katharine Graham, I’m reposting my daughter’s review of The Post from over at Third Way website. Sign up for weekly media reviews from five excellent writers who tackle new topics each week! The Post How the press, and the Pentagon Papers changed history By Michelle Davis Sinclair Streep. [...]
Another Way for week of December 30, 2017 What We Leave Behind So, what do you ship family members the day or week after Christmas or New Years and all the children have gone home? Last year after Christmas, I saw my boss and his wife boxing up something [...]
Another Way for week of December 23, 2017 The Compassionate Jesus At Christmas we recall the birth of baby Jesus many many years ago. Too often we forget—and certainly pop culture forgets or doesn’t know the beauty of the man who baby Jesus grew up to ...
Another Way for week of December 1, 2017 City Girl, Country Girl I hear the roar of a bus, a fire engine, feel the crisp autumn air. I walk past a coffee shop, a pizza shop, a newly opened Middle Eastern café; I go by a bike shop, walk past my two bank. [...]
Because my husband and I reached a moment of clarity when his truck, again, needed extensive repairs we couldn't afford. "Something needs to change,” we said, together, and the words set like concrete, solid and steady beneath our feet.
Because, the job opening was posted online within a day or two of our decision.
Because, it had been six months or more since I looked for any kind of job and this kind of job only appears once in a blue moon. What are the chances we would reach this decision, that I would start looking for a job, the day after my dream job was posted?
Because, my references all said, "Yes, of course, we think you'd be great."
Because, the timing is perfect, with the kids ready steady in a new school year.
Because I want it to be so.
I ticked these signs off one by one in my Spiritual Director's office, laying them out like bread crumbs I've gathered amidst the wilderness of my life, crumbs I hope might form a trail.
“I want these things to add up,” I said. “I want them to mean I will get this job. But I know, it’s one thing to know what is – to be aware – and a much more difficult thing to know what it means.”
Here, she nodded, knowingly.
“I want to be able to say these signs mean God is doing this," I continued, "but I know God too well by now to place God in that kind of box." "I’m not sure where God is in this,” I concluded.
“It seems to me,” she said, “that you’re being invited into a more mystical way of being. Invited to dwell, not in the meaning of things, but in what you know to be true in each moment.”
In high school, I always did my math homework first. For the most part, for me, it was easy. More importantly, though, it was solid, clear, concrete. There was only one answer and when you found it and checked it, you were done.
Writing homework, though, was another beast. Writing an essay is so open-ended. There are so many words to choose from, so many ways to shape a sentence, a paragraph, a thought. There is no clear ending; there are many was to frame a correct answer, so many ways to sculpt ideas across a page. I never finished my writing assignments until just before they were due.
Mysticism is not math. It is the homework I have saved for last.
I immediately recognized the truth in my Spiritual Director’s words and, inwardly, I sighed. Giving up my clumsy attempts to discern the meaning of things felt like a loss – a loss of knowing, to be exact.
What do we have if we can't add events of our lives up one after the other, if we cannot trace a simple path through the woods of where we are to where we think we want to be? We are left only with the present in all of its fullness and fragility.
I told my director this, how I value the easy math of knowing, nailing down, what God is or is not doing. How letting it go feels like a loss. But, I realized even as I spoke, that by letting go of what is not, we enter, more fully, into what is. We are free to stop hoarding and trying to find our path via the breadcrumbs of our lives. Free to enjoy each crumb as the much-needed manna it is.
What do we have if we only live in the present?
We have nothing. We have everything.
We have God.
Another Way for week of November 10, 2017 Yearning for a Better Life Several weeks I wrote about how South Africa became one of the countries about which my ears perk up. All three of my daughters (but not us as parents) have been there—they each spent...
Another Way for week of October 20, 2017 Parking Lot Encounters of the Friendly Kind I was heading out of Food Lion with my usual cart of Friday groceries and noticed two men talking at the backend of a pick up truck. [...]
Exhale: Towards Better Understanding Another Way for week of November 17, 2017 I exhale a bit at my desk and a rumpled tissue and paper two feet away wiggle with the puff of breath from my slightly opened mouth. [...]
Another Way for week of October 27, 2017 The Paper Trail In the past several months, I have thrown away or recycled reams of paper. Our office is moving to a new location and we’ve been instructed to greatly “purge” or downsize our paper/file footprint.
Today I’m sharing a guest blog post from Annette and Rich Reed, who recently joined our Lions Club in Broadway, Va. –Melodie Finding a healthier way of life By Annette Zook Reed with Rich Reed Our health awakening happened in June of 2002. ...