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Waiting on an Answer

Waiting for a prayer to be answered can be challenging. Especially when the prayers involve a loved one, one’s own health, or a long-held dream. When we don't hear an immediate answer one way or another, our belief can feel like it's being chipped away as each day of disappointment leaves us a bit more discouraged. Which is the way I've been feeling for the past few months. Or has it been longer than that? When we are in a spiritual desert, our time of waiting can feel interminable. Lately, it feels like everything is falling just short of where it needs to be and nothing is quite succeeding. Sometimes, like the people of Israel when they wandered in the desert, we can forget where we came from and that things were worse then, or we might even begin to fool ourselves into thinking we’d like to go back to the way things were. On my long walks through the woods with my dogs, I've had lengthy conversations with God, questioning everything I'm doing. When I was trying…

Julia Child Knows You Have to Start Somewhere

Julia Child has been my idol forever. A few years ago, I was as having one of my “I have accomplished nothing in the past year; I am a loser” moments. I wasn’t working on anything, I felt stuck and frustrated. So I went to a movie. My choice of movie was related to two of my three passions (books, cooking, and religion): Julie and Julia, written and directed by Nora Ephron, based on the book and blog, of the same name, by Julie Powell, and memoir of Julia Child My Life in France. I loved the film. I'd read Julie and Julia when it first came out in hardback, driven by my love of all things Julia Child and a curiosity to learn just how one woman (Julie Powell) changed her life. By the end of the film, I found myself thrilled for both women portrayed in the film, inspired, and even tearful in a happy way. As I left the theatre I knew that I'd write about the experience and even began composing an essay on how the film underscored the importance of perseverance: Julia Child's…

Even One

It was dusk. Quandary peak was shadowed in the gloaming against a fading violet sky as light followed the descent of a sun already set. I curled up on the couch, my eyes closed in prayerful meditation. Through the door open to the deck I heard the sleepy chirp of a single bird. I looked in his direction, but could not locate him amongst the dark pine boughs. I had been thinking of the verses of Matthew 6 and the column I’d write this week and this singular bird reminded me that God cares for us even when we are alone. Even one solitary voice in the wilderness is noticed by God, and cared for. Those lucky enough to live here year-round know that beneath the bustling tourist destination is the heart of a small town where we each find our niche, our community of friends. Despite these open arms there will still be moments when we find ourselves alone or lonely. And this is when we need to recall the small voice of the solitary bird singing before nightfall. Just as I heard his call and m…

Finding the Meaning of Our Relationship with God in Nature

Morning walks with my Newfoundland dogs are an experience of vibrant colors so stark that they stand against one another, sharp delineated lines that can only be found in nature when all is new and full of strength. Against a cloudless cerulean sky, Quandry peak cuts the sky with sharp-edged steel colored rock emerging from vestiges of winter snow and sinking into pine green forests as my eye travels down the mountain’s flank to earth to the dirt road covered in a fine chalky layer of dust begging for rain.




We celebrated the summer solstice this week but in my neighborhood, the verdant chartreuse of the leaves tells me spring is rushing headlong to catch up with the calendar. Yet, the birds know where they are meant to be on this day. The variety of birdsong filling the morning air is far richer and varied than it was three weeks ago. Instead of one, I hear at least three different songs, along with the saucy buzz of a hummingbird, who firmly believes he’s about his business and I s…