Have a fun week, dear ones!
The thundercloud splits
to spread its voice
and tears of relief
more efficiently across the countryside.
Years of school tinge the springs that lack it -
excitement at finishing and having time
to read or bike,
to walk or play softball,
to think or do nothing
if that is the choice.
Cool rains heat slowly,
and we wonder why we ever wished for summer days
when standing in snow-weighted boots.
This, the last summer here for a time,
reminds me that wherever I am in the world,
it won’t be that different really.
Spring will feel the same
even if I’m where it comes earlier
and lasts longer.
I won’t forget stepping outside after each last day of school,
the possibilities stretched before,
rushing to the sky
and splitting thunderheads.
By Abigail Lueders | May 1, 2014
It’s been a few months, but I plan to continue the home updates into 2014. For starters, our goal is to eventually have furniture that looks like it goes together. To that end, my husband ordered us a new desk and matching chairs.
This gives us room to work on our computers at the same time. I added a gallery wall above the desk as a way to organize the photos and art we’ve collected. It’s more difficult to hang frames in our other rooms because of concrete walls, so most of them end up here.
I have also updated our TV stand by adding new handles and covering the glass panels with scrapbook paper. This makes it look less busy when the doors are closed. I hid all the cords in a basket under the TV stand for a cleaner appearance.
In December, I completed these Pinterest-inspired ornament projects for fun and also to preserve memories.
This ornament contains one of our wedding programs cut up into strips.
This ornament contains one of our wedding invitations.
This ornament contains my college graduation tassel.
This ornament contains my high school graduation tassel. I’ll have more crafts to show next month! Keep making your world beautiful, friends! Happy February!
I have no moment of peace
in this frail mind of mine.
every selfish plea
stumble by each other
like sleepwalking men on a moving bus.
I don’t deserve these gifts.
I know this even as I call out for more,
more to call my own.
Most of what I have is not for keeps.
I am entrusted with it.
I am borrowing it.
These gifts are another’s,
and still I don’t take care of them.
is how I fall short of the call
placed upon my life.
How can I take care of those around me
when my own heart is full of holes,
rotten and tired?
What good I do is not by my own effort.
It is grace,
flowing out over this groaning world.
If some should touch me
and be transferred to others,
if some should transform me
so I don’t always live out foolishly,
it would be far better
than my quavering, awkward speech and hand.
I have no moment of peace, save this,
like a inebriated man being carried home
by an always sober friend.
By Abigail Lueders | January 13, 2013