Do you know how strong the love of God is for you? Do you know how tightly you're held? Do you know the lengths this Love would go for you? Do you know how wide the arms of Love can stretch—do you? Do you really? I used to believe in a scarce god. Scarce in [...]
Author: kateschaber
Finches
When Jesse died You visited me with goldfinches “I’m here.” With each colorful flutter of wings, evidence--I was seen. In the years since When I’d see their tiny yellow frames I’d take it as proof, surety. You were with me. But I saw with greater frequency Plain, tawny, common finches— Which I’d dismiss with disappointment, [...]
Just Call Me Politically Correct: Why I’m Embracing PC Culture
PC Culture. The great enemy of honest, forthright, down-to-earth, can’t-fence-me-in, independent thinkers. A quick google search will define PC, or “Politically Correct”, Culture, as a culture devoted to using terms “to describe language, policies, or measures that are intended to avoid offense or disadvantage to members of particular groups in society.” With wider [...]
Like a Child
Lately I've thinking about how Jesus tells us to come to him as children. And I look at my son, at other children, how they fling themselves headlong into life-- Barreling forward, joyfully or cautiously depending on their nature, But onward they go, with no fear or flinching about what might lie ahead. In the beginning, [...]
Able, Breath
(Trigger warning: miscarriage) On December 2nd, I took a pregnancy test. Positive. Only about 6 weeks along, I was hesitant but excited. The whole year had been rife with difficulty and some personal, painful experiences. This was a bright spot, no matter how complicated it seemed. It was like waking up and looking out the [...]
While it was still dark
Early on the first day of the week, while it was still dark, Mary Magdalene went to the tomb and saw that the stone had been removed from the entrance. So she came running to Simon Peter and the other disciple, the one Jesus loved, and said, “They have taken the Lord out of the tomb, [...]
Birdsong
I feel a wave of joy thrilling peace in my chest when I call my sons attention to the chirp of finches outside. Oh, to hear birdsong for the first time through his ears. My son MySon Monsoon Monsoons of joy a tidal of sunshine-- Sweeping overwhelming overpowering— Intruding brightness Reviving warmth Uncouth, ill-mannered— [...]
