I’m so excited to be sharing over at Micha Boyett’s blog today. I can’t tell you how much I love this blog or how deeply I appreciate the gentle beauty of Micha’s words.
Where I tend toward cynicism, Micha speaks grace. Where I get bogged down in angst, her words are a soft lantern that guide me forward in faith. She has helped me to see my former, fifteen-year-old Jesus Freak self through a lens of love rather than shame. Her Practicing Benedict series possibly changed my life.
For her beautiful new series, This Sacred Everyday, Micha has asked writers to explore the ways they connect with God in the mundane normal of everyday.
Naturally, I wrote about my kid.
Here’s the first bit of it. I hope you’ll join me over at Micha’s place and then take some time to read some of her past posts. They’re amazing.
The first critter of the year was a long, thick-bodied salamander that my husband found trapped in the window-well one drizzly March morning.
He brought it to the front door: Dane. What’s this? And my 3-year-old went wild-eyed with the wonder of it, clamoring into his shoes and jacket to go out and hold it.
This boy, he is my tactile one, my one-toy-in-each-hand one. He is my blonde-haired, blue-eyed first born, stubborn and sweet. He wants to hold everything. He wants to keep it clenched tight in his hands and feel it against his skin.
(Continue reading here.)