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Wide Awake

When you are present, the world is truly alive. 
~Natalie Goldberg,
Writing Down The Bones

Sometimes life is raw and totally in your face.
The first few days of welcoming a tiny human into this world are one of those sacred times.

Life continues it's relentless march outside your windows and you are barely aware of it, sun up and sun down. Anything that isn't happening in your moment, isn't happening at all, as far as you're concerned.

This is what happened to me during the first two weeks of November. The day after I had my great idea and declared a month of disciplined writing practice. The very next morning I was on a plane.

I went to live every second completely alive, to be wide awake with my grandson as he was waking up to the world around him.

I had no idea.

Twenty minutes after Maverick James Panco took in his first breath, I held him in my arms. Life is forever changed. We are all forever changed. There is one more life on this earth with my blood flowing throu…

Writing Practice

Thanksgiving. As a Christian I am encouraged almost daily from the Bible to find something to be thankful for. Some days, I lift my eyes and immediately rest upon something, and breathe thanks. Other days, I need a push. I think thanking God should be like breathing. A continual state of mind, like prayer, like breathing.

For the month of November, in keeping with the season of thankfulness, I am going to give thanks, publicly, everyday. I want to be a happier, more content and joyful person. I think this might be the beginning.
I am working on becoming a better and more disciplined writer. The first step to that is realizing that if I do not write, I will not become a better writer. I will not grow and develop into the awesome communicator that I dream of being if I don’t practice. It is time to commit to my love affair with words.

I apologize in advance if your mailbox is suddenly flooded daily with mediocre posts from ‘Quench Our Thirst.’ But the only way to get better is to practice…

Losing My Religion/This One Goes Out to The One I Love

There was a time when I was caught up in religion. A time that reading about Jesus in the Gospels made me feel uncomfortable. Looking back, I can see that it was Jesus I didn't like. Bizarre. I called myself a Christian and I think I was a Christian. I knew, accepted and thanked Jesus for dying in my place. I just didn't relate to him. When I read about him in the Gospel accountings, he rocked my world, and I did not like it, so I didn't read the gospels. My structure, my holiness, my piety, everything I was living for, he pretty much spoke against. I was holding tightly to my godliness,

unwilling to loosen my grip. I was afraid of the world and did not understand the power of God.

Immune In America

I know the song, Sunday Bloody Sunday, was written about a different time in history but I can't help but feel the relevance of it this morning as my Facebook newsfeed is flooded with the horrific violence and crimes being committed against humanity today. And this line reverberates within me:
"Yes, it's true, we are immune, when fact is fiction and T.V. reality.  And today the millions cry, we eat and drink while tomorrow they die. The real battle yet begun, to claim the victory Jesus won...."
As I sit here in my warm cozy house, while the rain pours down, I am barely able to feel anything for the persecuted.

Immune in America.

Manna for Today: Who is Righteous?

Genesis 17:1-19:38
I'm reading about Lot this morning.
Lot believed the angels when they came to him and warned him of the imminent destruction of his home and city. He showed his belief when he ran to tell his two daughter's fiance's, "Quick! Get out of the city! The Lord is about to destroy it." They probably thought he was crazy because they laughed at him and refused to go with him. 
I wonder, did their reaction have anything to do with Lot's next move?
When the time came to flee, 
Lot hesitated

Lord......grant me...

Hello Friends!

I am amazed that an entire month has gone by and I haven't had even one quiet moment to pause before this computer screen and reflect.

In our household, summertime = unscheduled chaos. I like to think of our summer schedule as 'controlled chaos', but it isn't. About this time every year I start looking forward to the school year starting up. The confinements of responsibility and commitment that I was so eager to throw off in May are looking more and more appealing these days.

We are having fun though.

We kicked off the summer with a trip up north to visit Sierra and Dakota in Wasilla and a Tobymac concert for Grace's birthday. We've had as much beach time as possible, a couple of birthdays, kittens, fireworks on the 4th, a visit from Nana and Grandpa, a few parades, a few picnics, a visit from Sierra, she is gorgeous and glowing with new life, a going away party for Daija, good times with good friends, new and old.

Here are a few pictures:

At S…

The Mission

So much depends upon what we believe.  I want to encourage you to believe the truth today.
A recent journal excerpt:
Some days the work it takes to believe feels insurmountable. Some days I am full of thoughts of failure. Some days I don’t feel like reading my Bible. Some days are hard. Do my thoughts and feelings change the truth?
I get so easily distracted from my purpose on this earth. Distracted, disillusioned, and discouraged. I have to pray,
“Turn my eyes from worthless things  and give me life through your word.”  Psalm 119:37  Every. Single. Day.