Archives for the ‘living on grace’ Category

[A Restless Heart] Falling in Love – and The Unacceptable Grief

I found it in the mirror on a spring morning during the second semester of my second year of college. They say that a woman in love has a glow about her, something secret in her eyes. I’d never believed it until I looked at myself in that mirror and realized something had changed. It [...]

[A Restless Heart] Time and Faith, and Here-Mercy

I have been watching my babies, thinking about time, and how there is never enough of it – not for me, not for them, not for anyone. My son has lately begun yelling for his food “right now” while I prepare his meals in the kitchen. My daughter speaks on instant repeat looking for immediate [...]

[A Restless Heart] Disbelief

Today is my Jacquie’s birthday. She would be 30 this year. There isn’t a year that goes by since I’ve met her that I don’t remember her day – this from me, who struggles to remember dates for anything. I haven’t heard from Jacquie in several years, not since she came to visit me hoping [...]

[A Restless Heart] The Inside Joke

We were talking about him, God and I. I remember the way the midday sun hit the red brick on the portico outside the main building, the way I was whining like a child about missing him. Well, maybe not that bad. I had just told God I’d like to see him when he came [...]

[A Restless Heart] The Holding

I needed to run to the grocery store. It had been one of those days with Pip, and I decided our relationship might be helped if I invited her along. (I do that sometimes, take her out on little dates, hang out, listen to her stories about her life. She tells the stories on repeat, [...]

[A Restless Heart] Heal

I don’t remember if it was raining, or if it was just that heavy gray covering the landscape in the way that makes you feel like you’re drowning. I was alone in my car, a ’93 Ford Taurus that boasted a lot but didn’t deliver much when it came to maintenance. I hadn’t been alone [...]

[A Restless Heart] ♥ Pieces of Me

I was 17 the summer night my mom called me into the kitchen after getting off the phone with my best friend’s mom. Jacquie – I always called her Jacquie, even though she called herself Jacqueline – had been coming to stay the night. She never made it. She kept calling from here, from there, [...]