Craig’s music prowess is why I’ve abdicated most music-purchasing in our marriage. I express my preferences but since he went to school for it and makes his living do it, I just let him have at it. There’s some toe-tapping stuff here.
It’s our 19th birthday today and we couldn’t be more excited! Thanks to the support of our donors, partners, and volunteers, we have given over 80 million books to children in need. We are grateful to all of our supporters and the educators who help us fight illiteracy one book at a time.
Pentecost is big deal around my house and we’re planning a celebration. I saw these on the blog Young House Love and thought they would be a perfect way to spread red, orange, and yellow throughout the house. Since we have a rowhouse, it can be a little dark in the middle where the light doesn’t reach.
me: we really need to get some pads for the bottom of the furniture then
hubs: yeah, I think so
me: i think there’s a family-owned hardware store in Canton. I can’t remember the name of it but it starts with a K
hubs: maybe I’ll call my brother and ask him if he knows, since I can’t look it up on the internet yet because Comcast hasn’t come
me: or you could just use the phone books that were left in the cabinets
hubs: oh, that’s a good idea. I could tear out some pages to put under the bottom of the legs.
me: uh, that’s not quite what I meant.
by Deitrich Bonhoeffer
You walk away—love’s happiness and sore pain.
What name shall I give you? Distress, life, bliss,
part of myself, my heart—times past? All gone?
The door slams shut,
I hear your footsteps slowly die away.
What is left when you are gone? Joy, anguish, longing?
I know only this: you go away—and all is gone.
Can you feel now, how I clutch at you,
how I hold you so tight
that it must hurt you?
How I open the wounds,
that your blood may flow,
only to be sure that you keep close to me,
you, so full of real and earthly life?
Can you sense that I have now a terrible longing
for my own suffering? (finish the poem and read analysis)