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Today we’ll continue with part four of the Fall mini-series on liturgical prayer. I started with a reflection on my journey to loving liturgy, then began to look at some of my favorite resources, and last week I shared a prayer for the Fall Holiday Michaelmas. The four prayer books we’ll look at today…
In this post we’re continuing on the Fall miniseries on liturgical prayer. Last week we looked at 5 of my favorite prayer books, and next week we’ll look at the other half of our prayer book collection. Today we’ll focus on just one prayer, a prayer for the upcoming Fall holiday, Michaelmas. Closely…
Welcome to the second part in the Fall Liturgical resource mini-series! This week I had planned to tell you about all 10 of our prayer books, but I got through the first 5 and the post got rather lengthy…so I’ll tell you about the other 5 in another post. Last week I reflected on…
This Fall, my husband Evan and I ordered a couple of new prayer books. We love getting new prayer books! We are kind of nerdy-Anglican that way. So in celebration of these new additions to our prayer book collection, I thought I’d do a little mini-series on liturgical prayer resources. Today I’ll reflect on…
The summer when I was 12, my family drove up to New Hampshire for a week. I remember knowing that the people we were going to stay with were my parents’ friends and mentors from college. My family had just moved to New Jersey and now we were no longer too far away to…
As the back to school catalogs are pouring into my little steel mailbox, the cable sweaters and matching notebooks tell me that Fall is just around the corner. This Fall is my first fall as a teacher’s spouse with Evan starting student teaching in only 12(!) days. It’s also been a full ten years…
Today is the second half of the two-part series on the image of the rooted tree as a metaphor for how we grow and face challenges. In the first part, we talked about the use of garden and tree imagery in the book of Colossians. Tree roots take up nourishment for the tree, help…
Sleep is one of those things that you don’t think about much until it’s gone. But when a big event is looming, a stressful season strikes, or sickness robs you of your z’s, suddenly sleep becomes an important riddle to unravel. But, like they told you in high school psychology, sleep truly is still…
Last week I was invited to share at my church’s women’s ministry brunch on their theme for the year: the cultivated life. It was a sweet time of reflecting together on the tree metaphors in the book of Colossians and how we’re growing through the hard things we face. I would like to continue…
I have always loved trees. They mark time with their silhouetted bare branches, budding fragrant blossoms, cool shady leaves, and firework finishes. For Christmas, I got Evan Sibley’s Book of Trees, and we’ve been marking off slowly the ones we’ve seen on hikes and mountain vacations. I have always been drawn to stories about…
Church retreat weekends have always had a special place in my heart. I love the change of scenery and being in nature. I particularly love the way that being apart from the routine seems to stretch time. It allows you to look back on yourself and your life in new ways. Each spring, our…
Last Sunday our church moved to its new summer home. This is the fifth space that we have regularly worshiped in over the past six years, just now overtaking the number of apartments that my husband, Evan, and I have shared over the same time span. As I stood toward the front of our…
On vacation my mom, sister-in-law, and I will often do yoga together. My mom goes to yoga classes a couple times a week at home, and she is a good sport about trying my routines. Our exercise time in Yellowstone last week was mostly devoted to hiking, but we did squeeze in a quick…
My very earliest memories of prayer are of lying on my bed, eyes closed with the little lights that dance across like my own personal night sky. And I would talk to Jesus, imagining him taking me by the hand past galaxies to heaven, like he would—I was convinced—when I would die. My sweet…