Waiting in the Rain (and Loving the Weather)

I'm not a very serious gardener as of yet, but moving into an actual house this past spring opened up some possibilities for me to invest a little more in dreaming about growing things and cultivating our outdoor space as we do with the indoor.  Between wedding gifts and a church full of avid and generous gardeners, we soon found ourselves well equipped with a variety of containers, happily started plants, and abundant advice.  I set up a row of containers along one side of our yard and we got to enjoy some cucumbers, a few cherry tomatoes, quite a few peppers, and fresh herbs in everything.  My dreams for next year involved rototilling up one side of the yard (conveniently partitioned off by the sidewalk.) We broke down cardboard boxes for a month or two and now have that space pretty well covered with a layer of cardboard weighted down with a motley assortment of heavy junk -- pots, Adirondack chairs, an old shelf that's destined for the garbage.  Many of our plants have com…

Autumn Valor

Glory be to God for mundane things --for Boo hanging from the attic vent;for yeast slowly stretching gluten strands;fun fabric for masks; stairway conversations;the grace of learning a new baby's name;and music streamed in this unsung season.
All things small, quiet, discordant, unseen;whatever is sought, crafted (who knows why?)by hands, speech, instinct, need, delightHe holds it all together in His joy:Praise Him.
(For FVC, with obvious thanks to Gerard Manley Hopkins and Pied Beauty)

For the Start of Autumn (updates + songs)

Although this blog has been quiet, life has been full (as usual.)  At the beginning of September, I ended my job working at Sheetz.  I really enjoyed my coworkers and many of our regulars, and I was very thankful for the steady income God provided through it (despite me initially saying "No way!" when my dad suggested I apply to a gas station!) and shifting to working from home felt a little bit like stepping out of a nice, solid boat and onto a very uncertain body of water.  Cool?  Foolhardy?  Incredible?  Anyway, it was time -- working overnight shifts was alright while I was single and lived a few blocks away, but it was much less ideal when married and living miles away instead.So I quit, Jason and I went camping with some friends from our small group, and I came home and plunged into new jobs -- working for Uncommon Universes Press and for Write At Home.  It has been a delight to get to deal with books and students and my heart is so happy with that shift.  Not only do …

(Don't) Wait For It

My house just finished our second watch-through of Hamilton yesterday, this time with lots of commentary as we assessed characters, their motivations, their shortcomings, their shattered dreams, and ways they shoot themselves in the foot.  Aaron Burr in particular.  "If you were waiting for the opportune moment," Jason said as we watched, "that was it."I find Burr a relatable character for many reasons -- his exasperation with Hamilton, his willingness to hold on and wait for what he wants, his reluctance to commit to something that he isn't sure how it's going to end.  His aversion to risk.  And it is almost viscerally painful to watch his character arc through the musical, how he is always just a little too late to commit to a course of action, how the one time that he finally decides to pull the trigger is exactly the wrong and worst possible time to do it.  There are many threads of tragedy in the stories told by Hamilton.Anyway, with those thoughts in …

My Case for Classical Education

A week or two ago, I wrote a statement of interest for Signum University's summit on teaching the humanities, and realized that in order to talk about why I was interested, I needed to start by talking about my education before college.  It always feels to me like a gross misrepresentation when job applications only give the option of reporting educational history beginning with college -- the years that came before were incredibly formative and what I did in college felt like a continuation of my previous education, not like the beginning of something new.I was talking with my friend Catie (currently getting her MA in Higher Education) about this and she made the point that college really should be a capstone.And then I was talking with my mom about it all, and she said that it was encouraging and why didn't I publicly share what I had written, so that others who are deep in educating their kids might also be encouraged by the perspective of a formerly homeschooled student a …

Plans Can't Keep Up With Changes (especially during a pandemic)

It's still humbling to recall how, when news of the covid-19 pandemic first broke, I didn't think it was going to be a problem here.  Months and thousands of deaths later, with friends who have suffered from sickness and loss, it's obvious that I was incredibly wrong in my assessment of the situation.  I couldn't have guessed at how the spring and summer would unfold, at the changes that were written in the next few pages and chapters of my life that I never would have seen coming.

April went by in a blur of confusion and exhaustion and grief as the US scrambled and reeled and states staggered with making decisions about how to cope with an incoming wave of devastation.  Pennsylvania's governor instituted a stay-at-home order that was prolonged a couple of times for the county I live in, which brought a twist I had never imagined to Jason's and my season of engagement -- in the same country, even the same county, yet not seeing each other for weeks.  
That hurt.


Church in a Pandemic

Some moments feel like not only ordinary moments, but bear a weight of being a moment in history.  Times that I want to remember in years to come, to look back and recall we were together and what a time that was.

Thursday evening a group of us tugged and lifted and hauled all of the furniture and accoutrements of the sanctuary back towards the spaces where they belong.  And we followed a seating map for how to group chairs, measuring the distance in between (and being thankful for once that humans are such creatures of habit that we mostly sit in the same spot week after week anyway.)

I've been back in the US for a year and a lot of my life has flowed through that building -- Sunday mornings, confirmation classes on Tuesday afternoons, and most recently, my wedding.  It felt good to be back in it, to look around and think, These are the people who I get to figure out how to do church during a pandemic with. 

Although we wouldn't have chosen a pandemic, there is something swee…