To live content with small means; to seek elegance rather than luxury, and refinement rather than fashion; to be worthy, not respectable, and wealthy, not, rich; to listen to stars and birds, babes and sages, with open heart; to study hard; to think quietly, act frankly, talk gently, await occasions, hurry never; in a word, to let the spiritual, unbidden and unconscious, grow up through the common--this is my symphony.
~William Henry Channing

Thursday, June 30, 2011


Well, it's been sort of busy that's for sure. There was that whole trip to Atlanta for one thing. I still have stuff to share from that...have you picked up on the fact that I'm really just talking out loud here on the blog and processing stuff? Anyway one of the things from the conference still bubbling around my brain is this comment from Douglas Wilson about the current hot trend in Christian circles to be 'authentic', "It's really a Christian lite version of stuff white people like."
I realize that will aggravate some people but I'm coming to also realize that the people who talk the most about being authentic and are on some kind of quest for true authenticity seem to lack that which they seek. Wilson's example was dead's the people in the highly posed to look unposed photograph. Being consumed with the idea of authenticity sounds great unless it becomes more about being authentic (whatever that means) rather than being who we're called to be...which is just a lover, follower and imitator of Christ. Do that with all your heart, soul, mind and strength and the authenticity will naturally be there.
Okay, sorry about the mini rant. Back on task.
Have I mentioned that Sarah has started a college algebra class? Yep, she has. Along with about ten other kids from her school. The teacher was surprised that she had so many sophomores in her class. She's also pleased with their behavior and conduct and made mention of it in class. They are pretty exceptional kids.
There were friends in from out of town...a wedding...a  newborn photo session...good but busy stuff.
But right in the midst of that busy stuff I was able to spend some time with my Mother and all three of my sisters.

During the holidays we work to get all the families together...which is no small feat now that some of our kids are old enough to be getting married and having babies all their own. But this is a special time where just the five of us get together. A time when, for us girls, the fabric of being a wife and a mother is gently folded back and we wrap ourselves in our earliest roles as daughter and sister.

Mother watches over us, the way she has all of our lives, letting us be who we are ready to step in and smooth out the edges steady and strong as ever.We easily step back to the roots of who we are and stretch out our arms to embrace, strengthen and encourage the relationships that have been used to help shape and form us into the women we are now.
We laughed. Have mercy did we laugh! Until our cheeks ached and tears fell doubled over and legs crossed belly laughs.

We told stories. The 'remember that time' rolled easily off our tongues and memories splashed into the now moments. We wrote new stories that will flow into the conversations next year when we gather again.
We walked the beach and reminded each other of the goodness and faithfulness of our God seen in the vastness of the ocean...

 and the tiny treasures of sand dollars...

and sea shells...

We played and danced...

and did yoga poses, talked and ate and laughed and watched the sun go down. We even got pedicures.

It'd be easy to pretend that we've always been only this way. All sunshine and flowers and rainbows and unicorns. But who really lives that way? We're sinners and so there are scars we've giving each other...moments that add dark places to our history. But those dark spots display His grace so perfectly the way the night sky causes the stars to show bright and strong. His story of redemption and reconciliation...forgiveness and grace...mercy and kindness is written into the fabric of our lives with each other. This bond between mother and daughters...between's hard to describe. But it's there...part of who I've been...who I am.


Anonymous said...

Oh my...what a beautiful post! This part stands out so much to me...

A time when, for us girls, the fabric of being a wife and a mother is gently folded back and we wrap ourselves in our earliest roles as daughter and sister.

What an incredible gift. I wish I could do that.

I loved this post SO much, Marty.