String Theory

Our friendship circle tightens around hospital beds and stuck dissertations like thread on a spool. We feel the whoosh of summer, the go round, and try to help each other in perpetual catch up. Once I heard that as we age, time begins to move faster and faster. I’ve read quantum theories. I feel it whooshing.

The sun didn’t rise today like a hot air balloon. It was a frisbee, and now the cars, they streak the air, and soon it’s a rag on the dirty supper table and that short hot hour after the kids go down. A trail of sand to the bed.

When time was slow, my legs were beautiful, and I read Bible like a knowing carnivore. I undergirded my mind in context: one minute equals one minute. Time is how we make sense, understand space, dimensions.  If it seems to shift, so does the compass. I’ve been known to doubt true North.

I take Bible now like a new salt lick, chew one word at a time like cud, try to stop the clock, make the minutes slow molten like glass. Think of love so tenderly dense, fluid, made of lightyears. Think of God who can’t be cut in half, not even in thirds. Think of us, strings raveled in the whole, how we are infinitely divisible, whispering through like fragmented comets, shadows behind the shadow in a mirror at night.

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Reply July 18, 2012

My. What a gift God has given you. Thank you for NOT keeping it to yourself.

the Blah Blah Blahger
Reply July 18, 2012

SO BEAUTIFUL...what an incredible word picture of your experience!!!

Tracey Padgett
Reply July 18, 2012

"I take Bible now like a new salt lick, chew one word at a time like cud, try to stop the clock, make the minutes slow molten like glass."



Kelly Sauer
Reply July 18, 2012

I always get lost in your words when you do this. It's like entering another dimension, something at once here and outside of here.

We are praying for you all. Lots and lots. Before bed, the kids pray for Titus to eat and to grow, and we pray for peace.

He is... everything and all we have. Why is it THIS that reminds us? Why not the good times too?

Reply July 18, 2012

I have just curled up cozy in the lap of art. Your words are wonderfully woven and they make for a beautiful painting of your heart. Thank you for sharing and not keeping this all for yourself. Because you share I am blessed. And I continue to pray for Titus. Please know that your writing touches me tender.

Thalia Madewell
Reply July 19, 2012

Reminds me of this recent read:

“I remember a time when I used to be much godlier. It was sometime in junior high and my room was clean. It must have been beautiful weather outside because the lighting was very nice in my room where I was reading my Bible every day and feeling really good. It was quite clear to me that my sanctification was progressing very well. As the feeling wore off, I remember looking back to that time as a high point. That was really living the Christian life.

The truth is my Christian life then was like a rock being refined by a slow river in a quiet place. It wasn’t as though I wasn’t growing spiritually, but my word! So easily! And so little!

But God took me out of that life and threw me into the rock tumbler. Here, it is not so easy to feel godly, because we spend our days crashing into each other and actually getting our problems addressed. Here there is very little time for quiet reflection. I do a lot of on-the-job failure and correction. Repenting and forgiving." (Loving the Little Years)

Opening our heart to the tumble. Thank you again for documenting your spin. And tumbling along side us. This mama is lifting up you, your man, your boys, your Titus.

Reply July 23, 2012


Thank you.

Reply August 1, 2012

Reading your blog does make me feel good... thank you very much for sharing!

Sandy Vanhoey
Reply August 9, 2012

God is really good. He always there to give us wonderful gift.

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