In Fall 2020, my Uncle Bob shipped his Lortone rock tumbler to me, along with a bunch of rocks he had collected over the course of many years. He knew my son was a collector— of rocks, coins, and random objects he used to call “beautiful things.” My uncle thought rock tumbling might be a nice hobby for our family while we were quarantining at home during the Covid-19 pandemic.
Every home should have a “Harvest Room”: A sanctuary of lives lived and love shared: a hallowed space where God resides and time flows freely and memories are made of..
My all-time favorite Christmas hymn is “O Little Town of Bethlehem,” and the poem by Phillips Brooks. I stood in awe and delight when I spotted his statue in Copley..
When I was growing up, my mom always made a fuss over my dad when he came home from work on a pay day. My dad was very proud to be working full time and was vigorous..
Some of my fondest childhood memories are of my grandmother and my mother, sitting at the piano, playing and singing their favorite hymns. For my grandmother it was “How..
O God, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come, Our shelter from the stormy blast, And our eternal home.
The most profound blessings we will ever know meet us in the place of our deepest loss and inspire us to choose to live again. Jan Richardson, Circle of Grace: A Book of..
I spent some time with my sister, our mom, and her two cousins recently. We went to visit the town that was home to multiple generations of my mothers’ extended family...
The Root of the Matter Gardening is not my forte. I have the flower beds to prove it. Only one in ten of the 42 plants, roots, and bulbs I put in the ground this spring..
Creation Scripture begins with beautiful imagery of the divine formation of creation. Psalm 24:1 reminds us: “The earth is the Lord’s and all that is in it, the world,..
