Maastricht as home

As we host family and friends (my folks left Sunday, Sara and Donovan have been here this week, Kim is coming next week), Maastricht and the surrounding countryside feel like home. We are growing to love its mix of old and new architecture, its relaxed pace and warm people, rich traditions and open attitudes, the way the Maas River winds through the city and the way our little lives fit in here. Here's are a few eclectic images of what home looks like to us these days. Wishing you all peace as autumn rolls along . . . love to all.

Let Evening Come, by Jane Kenyon

Let the light of late afternoon shine through chinks in the barn, moving up the bales as the sun moves down.


Let the cricket take up chafing as a woman takes up her needles and her yarn. Let evening come.

Let dew collect on the hoe abandoned in long grass. Let the stars appear and the moon disclose her silver horn.

Let the fox go back to its sandy den. Let the wind die down. Let the shed go black inside. Let evening come.

To the bottle in the ditch, to the scoop in the oats, to the air in the lung let evening come.

Let it come, as it will, and don't be afraid. God does not leave us comfortless, so let evening come.