Scripps Sundays

 

Taylor on a swing, May 2006  This is to remind you of the story I told you on the trail and to encourage you to wiggle your toes this week when you are feeling all the things and when your brain is tired from speaking Spanish 24/7. The following transcript is from a podcast I listened to when Lee Camp interviewed Amy Grant, and I love this advice of wiggling your toes as a small intentional grounding practice:  https://www.nosmallendeavor.com/amy-grant-fame-vulnerability-and-staying-grounded Amy:  But even at the Kennedy Center, I was so glad I didn't have to sing for that. I was so glad I didn't have to actually say very much. And I did go up and receive the award at a private dinner. I didn't have a speech, I didn't-- I just thought, I just, all I did was wiggle my toes and I just said, I will speak the truth of whatever comes into my head. And um, the overwhelming gift of feeling, I do feel like I see life through a different lens since last summer. And I ...

  Lectio in South America!  You can get the singing bowl sound here:  https://apps.apple.com/gb/app/centering-prayer/id844280857 I'll also send you via text the sound clip of me ringing the singing bowl. The thump you hear is when Poppy came by back in the day, so it's a very sweet memory.... 

with continued prayers that you would be a noticer in the coming months...    Noticing Beauty It’s not every day that you see it, but sometimes beauty sneaks up on you with a tenderness, a sweetness, so lovely it hurts.   It sings to the heart and makes it glad that ever a baby laughed or a parent smiled at the hilarious solemnity of play.   Beauty brings a kind of grief. Because its perfection rings so true It calls out everything else that has ever fallen short. In me. In us. In everything.   But that’s the thing It’s just the way of it: That beauty will always be crushingly lovely. We are grass. We are fireflies. We are the day that the Lord has made.   -Kate Bowler, Have a Beautiful, Terrible Day   Listen to my blinking eyes, for at certain moments when sunlight strikes just right, or stars pierce the darkness just enough, or clouds roll around just so, or snow kisses the world into quie...