Speak Like Rain

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1. “Mama,” Jane calls from the back of the minivan, “can you make up a poem?” “A poem?” I ask. “Yes. A poem about words. A poem that rhymes.” I look out the window. Well, crap. A rhyming poem about words? “It might take me awhile,” I say. “That’s okay, Mama. Whenever...

In the Midst of Drudgery

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Wiser it were to welcome and make ours Whate’er of good, though small, the Present brings— Kind greetings, sunshine, song of birds, and flowers— With a child’s pure delight in little things. R. C. Trench, quoted in Daily Strength for Daily Needs Into all...

The Mountains We Can’t Climb

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This is part of the infinite goodness of God, that He should allow evil to exist, and out of it produce good.” —St. Thomas Aquinas God will make obstacles serve His purpose. We all have mountains in our lives. There are people and things that threaten to bar our...

Les Bons Mots

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Today’s florilegium is a round up of a few of my favorite posts from the month of July. Good words deserve to be celebrated and shared. Read them all or pick one or two to savor. Either way, enjoy! Ann Voskamp, How the American Dream Becomes Christmas in July...

The Most Beautiful Gift

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I don’t like the man who doesn’t sleep, says God. Sleep is the friend of man. Sleep is the friend of God. Sleep is perhaps the most beautiful thing I have created, and I myself rested on the seventh day. He whose heart is pure, sleeps. And he who sleeps...

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