If it's been going around my friends, is it a viral meme? I dunno. Anyway, the idea is this: go back and find the first sentence of the first blog post of each month for the past year. Consider yourself tagged if you've stayed with me this far.
When the song of the angels is stilled...
Okay, I'll beat that dead horse again...
One of the casualties of having a one-month-old in the house has been writing.
This will be a quick & nasty report on yesterday's big run.
No, we don't let her sleep like this - I propped her up in our comforter so I could get dressed quickly Monday morning.
Checking in from Swampscott, MA while Beloved and Child sleep next to me (typing. very. quietly).
You all know very well that I’m a dyed-in-the-wool Nebraska Cornhusker.
I think my trip to Wittenberg, Germany would definitely qualify as a pilgrimage, though of course dear Martin would cringe at the thought
Gilead by Maryilynne Robinson. It is such a heart-rending book about the life of a pastor; it made me realize what a lifetime of this work might do to me, and yet it helped me realize that it's worth the cost.
I stopped growing up
some time ago.
I'd like to begin this morning with a piercing statement about the patently obvious: life changes constantly.
Every once in a while you read (or, in this case, listen to) a book that stimulates your mind in a new and exciting way.