When Sam was just a few months old, he loved the picture of Jesus and the children on our bedroom wall. He’d smile brightly as I pointed to Jesus, and then the children, as I said, “Boy, boy, girl, girl, girl” (or the reverse). It always seemed like he recognized Jesus, you know, from Before. […]
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Little children, tiny ones, usually know their parents delight in them. But as they get older, and harder to understand, and not as cute, our children are not always sure we love them as much. That’s how my 9-year-old, Marshall, feels. And that’s how I feel: not so sure we’re cute to Mother God anymore.
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Last night, Sam slept on his own on his back. Due to an infant breathing disorder, he’s slept and breathed well only on top of one of us, since he was born. He only woke up kicking and arching his back twice. But I am so used to sleeping sitting up, and sleeping lightly, that
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Today I add in a beautiful book entitled Swallow’s Nest, a prayer-book of psalms re-written in feminine terms. The author’s favorite term for God is El Shaddai, sometimes thought to have meant Breasted One. My husband inscribed my Divine Feminine Version of the New Testament with these words: “For Susan, my love, May this text
“Listen to the Voice of God!…How powerful and majestic is her voice!” Psalm 29, Swallow’s Nest, p. 47. I am not so good at listening to women, giving them authority. Nor do I always expect to be heard as a woman, especially by men. I am reading Micha Boyett’s Found and enjoying it immensely. I
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