Becky’s Blog

In Solidarity with Sassy: Revealing Our Truth

I'm sorry, Sassy the Raccoon, for bursting out in laughter at your unfortunate predicament. I looked all over your enclosure for you, not to ogle, I promise, but to cheer you on and raise a paw of support! As a woman in my early fifties, I feel your pain. I guess the...

Who Gets to Play?

“It was an AR 15,” Ben said as I lifted my suitcase onto my bed and started unpacking. Todd and I had just returned from a four day drive through Florida, passing ten miles from Parkland the day before the shooting. Ben had been watching the house, and the news,...

What To Do About All This Pain?

I love this photo. I took it outside a church in Bethlehem in Palestine last April, and it reminds me that God is God of all people, not just ones that write like we do and talk like we do and live like we do. It also reminds me that there are hurting people...

Why I Wear the Key

Sweet Grand Boy isn’t the only person curious about the key I sometimes wear around my neck. “What does it mean?” asked the tiny old lady in bright red lipstick as we both reached for the avocados in the produce aisle. “What does it mean?” “Your key,” she said,...

When Zip Gets Zapped

During the last week or so it seems all my zip got zapped. You too? I'd find myself at the end of the day staring at my phone, scrolling through Facebook and then Instagram and then my email, then Sudoku and then my crossword app, trying to feel fed, settled,...

A Village for Josiah…and the Rest of Us

When Sarah asked me last week if I'd come up to Asheville on Friday for a practice run, I said that of course I would, and I was happy to do it. She starts back to work on Friday the 13th, (what timing) and since I'll be the designated babysitter for Fridays and...

Sunday Dinner…with a Heaping Side of Judgement

By the look of the crowd lined up on the porch, Sunday dinner in the mountains after church would be worth the wait. Todd and I made our way through the folks soaking up the sunshine in the parking lot and on the steps, men in Harley shirts looking over each other's...

Marriage Versus the Power of Cheese

It was my birthday. That's why I was more than slightly perturbed. Well, technically it wasn't really my birthday, but it was the day Todd and I had decided to celebrate my birthday, the day Todd had christened "Becky Ramsey's Big Day So Becky Gets to Pick Everything...

Pilgrim Steps: Hungry? How’s About a Snack?

I was planning to blog tonight about a heavier subject- about the fascinating/weird place Jesus took the disciples on retreat and what it had to do with the famous question he asked Peter. So why is my featured photo one of a street bread cart in Jerusalem? You can...

What Does a Pilgrimage Look Like?

I had no idea what a pilgrimage looked like. I'd never been on one before, unless you count my pilgrimage a couple years ago to Mood - the mother of all hip fabric stores- the one made famous by the television show, Project Runway, in New York City. But a...

What’s So Great About Meals on Wheels? Jerry!

This week I'm sharing posts I wrote years ago about the people I got to know and love through Meals on Wheels. Today, meet my friend Jerry. Jerry’s waited for me on his back porch every other Wednesday for nearly five years now, so I know exactly what to expect from...

Mansplaining and Wondering

Last week I hung up a new watercolor print in my house (by Israeli artist Lesia Binkin -check out her work over at Etsy, here) and every time I walk by it, I just can't help but stop for a moment to stare at it. I guess I just love the colors and the feeling and the...

A List to Follow No Matter Who Is in Charge

Maybe you know how this goes. You have the kind of week when the clouds roll in. Someone gets the flu, there are executive orders that wound your heart because they will hurt people you love and people you don't know, and the dermatologist finds more to cut off of...

Need Hope? Jump Into the Flow

"You nervous?" Todd asked me, handing me my wetsuit. "Nervous? Why should I be nervous?" I asked. I'd gone whitewater rafting several times before and it was no big deal. Besides, I'd grown up around water- if spending lazy summers poolside at the NCSU Faculty Club...

Red, White, and Blue — and the Gospel Too

Have you met my friend and former neighbor in France, Madame Mallet? That's her on the left. If you read French by Heart, you may remember what a hilarious, complicated character and friend she was to me and my family. This pic was taken during a visit a couple...

A Bird in the Hand: The Rest of the Story

If you’re my Facebook friend, you may have noticed my manic post Sunday morning, how our little South Carolina split-level became Wild Kingdom, minus Marlin Perkins, until Todd saved the day. But you haven’t heard the rest of the story. May I share? The day had...