more than enough

Rarely, are there any leftovers.

The dinner hour screams through and by the time my kitchen closes down for the evening -- dishes done, counters wiped, garbage emptied -- there's hardly a crumb.

And if there is an odd bit left, it's usually gone by 9 pm when the bedtime snackers re-enter, re-open and re-mess up said kitchen.

I'd call them mice, but they are teenagers. 

And there's absolutely nothing mousey about a teen who grows two inches each day and wears a size 11 shoe. Nothing minuscule about them at all. They don't nibble, they gnaw. They don't scurry, they scavenge. They're not mice, they're mammoths. And, what’s more, they bring friends ...  read more ...

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well-watered

“The LORD will guide you always; He will satisfy your needs in a sun-scorched land and will strengthen your frame. You will be like a well-watered garden, like a spring whose waters never fail.”  ~ Isaiah 58:11

Summer evening, and I stand garden hose in hand, splashing at thirsty patches on our browning, southern lawn. The steady stream, in summer-dusk, eases the day’s tension and tryings from my mother-heavy shoulders, from the sun scorched places of busy life. “We were too much today,” I whisper low.  Flowers tip open, full-wet in their sipping and swallow. Woman swallows too, and breathes... perhaps for the first time in her day....

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what if - a note for those who have encouraged...

"write a book," you've said.  "get published," you've urged.  "you can do it!" you've cheered.

"not now," i've replied.  too busy.too hard.too fearful.too much.

but in the back of my head...in the corners of my heart...i have wondered too.  what if. 

what if i just begin to send things off and see what happens.  

folding t-shirts and braiding hair and sweeping dirt...i've wondered.

what if.

it won't hurt to try - or so they say. but i know trying is not without some pain.

vulnerable.

i don't have to tell a soul.  but i will.  because i am like that and can't help myself.

but still...maybe. 

just maybe someone will read something i write.

i never intended it so.  not at first.

i've written almost since i could walk.  always for myself.  

but lately God has given me stories to tell.  

a journey.  a road.  a mountain. some hardship. much joy.

"share."  He says.  and i do.  
always wondering if it is too much.  i cross lines and ignore boundaries and step hard on toes.  

but maybe.

just maybe.

maybe.

and so i thought of this wonderful website i have been linked with for about a year now.  (in)courage.me  a division of hallmark-dayspring.  it is a website for women; our issues, our triumphs, our tests.  it features several leading writers and speakers regularly. women i admire.  women i read.   there seems always to be something good - some kind of treasure or tidbit.  

a few weeks ago, i looked up their submission policy, and before i could think twice, i submitted something small.  

how surprised i was to open my email a week later and see their response. "we'd like to use your piece on our site." a guest writer.  well, okay then.  that's good.  i guess this is my first "yes."  i am not sure about future yesses...but i will celebrate this one.  because life is like that...one yes at a time.  one no at a time.  one moment at a time.

tomorrow it will be published.   i will post a link  to the site.  it is small.  tiny.  just a scared toe testing murky waters.  
but maybe...