photo credit: Leanna Grove
Christmas is coming?
True, but there’s a more exciting event happening this weekend. The wedding everyone has been talking about.
Brooke & Nick tie the knot.
You haven’t been following this celebrity couple’s wedding plans? You’re missing out.
But the hoopla about to happen this weekend isn’t just about two crazy kids getting hitched. It’s way bigger. (more…)
Posted by claygirlsings on November 30, 2012
Most of us are vigilantly aware of time. How fast it goes while on vacation or how slow it moves when stuck in class or a meeting. There’s a great conversation about time and timelessness between C. S. Lewis and Sheldon Vanauken in my favorite book, A Severe Mercy. Vanauken writes:
Time is our natural environment. We live in time as we live in the air we breathe. And we love the air–who has not taken deep breaths of pure, fresh country air, just for the pleasure of it? How strange that we cannot love time. It spoils our loveliest moments.
He goes on to quote from a letter C. S. Lewis wrote him,
Do fish complain of the sea for being wet? Or if they did, would that fact itself not strongly suggest that they had not always been, or would not always be, purely aquatic creatures? (more…)
Posted by claygirlsings on June 6, 2012
My brother-in-law passed away last week of cardiac & respiratory failure at 39 years of age. We had a memorial service for him this past Friday which has left me in a reflective mood. My own brother, grandmother and father have also passed away, leaving various gaps in the family and my heart.
Tonight I came across a box containing sermons notes of Dad’s and nestled in among his typed pages, I found a little black book – A Service Book, printed in 1956. Used by ministers at funerals, several passages have been marked by Dad, offered up during one of many funerals he conducted. I have memories of my sis and me, too young to be exposed to the death of a stranger, waiting in lobbies of various funeral homes while Dad led the services. Later, when old enough or for someone we knew, we sat quietly in the back with Mom, listening to Dad.
Enough. More Dad memories in a future post.
I’m sharing two poems from A Service Book that brought me to tears this evening. (more…)
Posted by claygirlsings on March 2, 2011