Wednesday, December 20, 2006

Broken Cookies

My mother-in-law emailed her brother, Uncle Bud, that the sugar cookies she sent "would probably be broken- but good anyway..." This was his response:

What? Man should disparage a broken work of loving labor? I think not. The aromatic whiff that floats heavenward from the wound of a hapless, flattened pastry releases sweet scents hitherto unknown. An unbroken cookie is like an unexamined life- plain, boring, predictable. But, ah, a broken spirit! Who can deny the gentleness, kindness and peace that flows from a broken heart? Oh, the wisdom of God who shatters the self and releases the aromas of his very own Presence! Three cheers for the broken cookie. A lesson for the ages.

Uncle Bud has been in a wheel chair ever since he broke his neck in an accident in Korea, 52 years ago. His sense of humor is 100 percent intact.

Sunday, December 17, 2006


"Children have an infinite capacity for belief."said Ravi Zacharias in a recent radio broadcast. I was at the mall yesterday, eight days before Christmas in case anyone has forgotten, and I saw lots of adorable young families in line to get pictures taken with Santa Claus. Even at my age, 46, I can remember the whirlwind of excitement of being all dressed up for my photo-op and, of course,desiring to share my heart with the jolly old elf. I wondered if he could really see that I had tried so hard to be good, but also worried that he knew my secret sins, the things in my heart that I didn't want anyone to know. The jealousy that I had of my sisters Shirley Temple like curls, my cravings for attention and love. Could it get in the way of the new doll that I had on my list? When our turn finally came I glossed over the fact that his beard looked fake and that Santa's face didn't have the lines of age and character that I had associated with "The Night Before Christmas" poem that my Mom had read over and over until I knew it by heart. I was desperate to believe. I didn't feel comfortable on this stranger's lap but was still disappointed at the all too brief encounter with the man who held my hopes and dreams in his hands which lasted no longer than four seconds.
Jesus said"Suffer the little children to come unto me, and forbid them not: for of such is the kingdom of God."

This morning I will put on my sophisticated grown-up clothes and worship my Savior, but in my mind I'm going to be twirling in a sparkly red dress and patent leather mary janes. Dancing for the One who truly knows my heart and loves me anyway. God bless you today.

Friday, December 15, 2006

A Life in Pieces

I love fabric, jigsaw puzzles, art supplies, beads and bangles. Even if I don't make anything exactly. It is the delight of the collection. The joy is in the journey. The sparkle. The possibilities. That sometime I just may just create something beautiful. You never know...
Welcome to Writing Remnants- my life in pieces.

Remnant, noun (See Remain) :
1. that which is left after the separation, removal or destruction
of a part.
The remnant of what are left of the captivity.
2. that which remains after a part is done, performed, told or passed.
The remnant of my tale is of a length
to tire your patience. Dryden

Where I may think the remnant of my thoughts.

Remnant, adjective:
Remaining; yet left.

And quiet dedicate her remnant life
to the just duties of a humble wife (Little used) - as an adjective or sentiment I'm sure.

I love words and definitions. I am always amazed at how Noah Webster had the clarity of thought, not to mention patience to define every known word to make a dictionary.
Words are remnants of language waiting to be picked up and be used.

Please God, help me to use my words wisely.
God delights in using what is left over. Hey, that would be me. And You too dear reader. Have a blessed day.