Good morning... I woke early on Saturday morning, surprise, surprise. It was the long awaited day to visit again with Betty Skinner, the 93-year-old Christian mystic whom God has used to shape my soul. Betty's captivating story, a rise from clinical depression into the joy of oneness with God, is chronicled beautifully by Kitty Crenshaw and Dr. Cathy [...]
Good morning... All week we have been perplexed by an unusual sign. "What," we have wondered together, "is a traffic table?" One of you candidly wrote, "Still trying to connect God and Traffic Table, but I’m sure it’s there." In God's kairos time, a few minutes later another one of you privately wrote: "I too was curious about [...]
Good morning... "I have been fascinated with your posts about the many tables in our lives," she wrote. "So many come to mind! Display table. Side table. Thanksgiving table. The list goes on and on." She continued: "My daughter, living in Charleston, communicates with me in many different ways as she navigates a new city and her entry [...]
Good morning... To the gathering of over fifty Lovett School moms, I read aloud the Parker Palmer quote saturating yesterday's post, The First Day Of Fall. Before I shared his gorgeous words, I handed out a blank piece of paper, I instructed the women to divide their paper in half, and I asked them to place at the [...]
Good morning... "Though I have forwarded your blog to my family members more times than I can count, and though I have silently responded to you in my brain just as many times, I have never sent an actual response." She admitted, "It’s intimidating to put down thoughts, but I’m responding to the post of Monday. Because of [...]
Good morning... "We all have something important in common," she said softly, as we neared the end of our first fall gathering of our Sr. Moms Study. "We were all pregnant on September 11th, 2001." "Pregnant or caring for a newborn," I quietly added. Our youngest son was born on June 5th, 2001, so he was three months [...]
Good morning... Well, I guess I am not the only person prone to "dragging one's feet." Receiving many responses to yesterday's post, I Am Dragging My Feet, I saw your tender words of wisdom settling into three categories. Some of you looked back, reminiscing, remembering. "Sue, I just wanted to say how fortunate I felt to be included [...]
Good morning... drag one's feet (idiomatic) To procrastinate, put off; to dawdle, avoid, or make progress slowly and reluctantly. I have been dragging my feet about filing my taxes. (idiomatic) To intentionally stall, to delay, to obstruct. (delay, stall): slow-walk, dilly-dally I google the phrase "drag one's feet" on Wiktionary.org, since for a few week now I have [...]
Good morning... Last Saturday I shared our post We Memorize A Mother, highlighting for you the gorgeous memorial service for my friend's mother, Caroline Gilham. Soon after our morning message was sent, I exchanged a life-giving string of texts. Now I share them with you. "My friend Marscha died this morning," a close friend wrote to inform me. "Finally, [...]
Good morning... I remember dropping off our first kindergartener for his first day of school, driving home, and crying emotions all over my journal. That was August 2000. Back then I was nurturing two more kids at home, three-and-a-half and seventeen months, and our final baby was just a hope in my heart, born the next June to [...]
