The Truth About Mahwidge and My One Twoo Wove

Today on our 35th wedding anniversary we are still a work in progress. The past three years have seen even more refining, but my guy is still my one true love…always.

Somewhere in the middle

” ‘The assumption is that there is someone just right for us to marry and that if we look closely enough we will find the right person. This moral assumption overlooks a crucial aspect to marriage. It fails to appreciate the fact that we always marry the wrong person. We never know whom we marry, we just think we do. Or even if we marry the right person, just give it awhile and he or she will change. For marriage, [being the enormous thing it is] means we are not the same person after we have entered it. The primary problem….learning out to love and care for the stranger to whom you find yourself married.’ ” – Tim Keller, quoting Duke University ethics professor Stanley Hauerwas in The Meaning of MarriageIMG_8045

Once upon a time a young man and a young woman were enjoying pizza and a pitcher…

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The sundial, the bird feeder, the last footprint from this morning… gone.

The snow falls fast and furious and you can’t keep up so you’re forced to stop and let it be.


It is beautiful. But sometimes you can’t bear the weight of it all.

Some things bend when the wind whips up and the snow pounds hard.
Some things even break, never to be put back together.


It doesn’t matter what the groundhog’s shadow said. It doesn’t matter how much time the calendar says there is until the ground is right soft again. You’re hemmed in winter white.

It’s a long road to to spring.

Today there is no sprig of green.
Today there are no brave birds buffeted about in a blizzard.
It’s a cold white mess. Sort of like my faith. Sort of like my hope.

Hardly fitting-neatly-in-a-box, these two.


Hardly neat and all lined up in a row,  these two.


Mostly wrinkled and crumpled and wrestled, they are. The hard work of living by faith is not for the faint of heart. It’s heart-to-heart combat. It’s fixing the eye on the Truth. There is sweat involved. Sometimes blood.

Though our bodies are dying, our spirits are being renewed every day.


Faith, love and hope are a tangled weave of prayer and giving and waiting waiting waiting for a springtime promise.


Because not everyone is listening.
Not everyone is thankful.
Not everyone is compassionate.
Not everyone wants to hear they need redemption.

It is here that hope can go quiet like a snowy winter’s day.
And it is here that I’ve grabbed hope by the throat whispering, I will not give up. I will never let you go.

This is only possible if Jesus is all you have.

And this hope will not lead to disappointment. For we know how dearly God loves us, because he has given us the Holy Spirit to fill our hearts with his love.

 All my hope and faith is contained in Jesus and I will not let go because He will not let go of me.


Hopelessness is just another form of forgetfulness.

We forget that we have a destiny beyond our wildest dreams.
We forget that we’ve been made for a purpose.

We simply forget that we are deeply loved.

When it is the winter of our soul we can forget that there is a glorious spring being woven into our future.

Purify me from my sins, and I will be clean; wash me, and I will be whiter than snow.


How is it when I am forgiven and washed as white as the pure driven snow, that my true colors, who I am meant to be comes forth?  Jesus, his blood red color pouring out of Him for me? To be whitewashed forgiven only to live in the glorious color of a forever Spring?

How brilliant is this. How utterly and beautifully hopeful.


Let it snow.
Let it be.