Another perfect summer day. The wind blows. The sun is shining. No humidity. Shows and a wedding. These are days that the living flows. Days that take little effort. The ease with which to work. It's easy to find hope on these days. Yet my heart still holds back. Each day healing. Each moment filled with grace. But just under the surface the pain and the missing reside. Forever changed; yet today needing to be lived through. Psalm 118:24 This is the day the LORD has made. We will rejoice and be glad ... View Post
Keep On, Keeping On
The words on the pole begin to fade. The area around the site; bare. The remnant of something. Unknown to passers by. A cross. 3 flags. A memorial, one thinks. Each drive along that route, I cry out to the Father. I ask for mercy in this process. I beg for the pain to be softened. I long to know why. Yet I don't remain there. There is still purpose and work left to do here. The tension of how to move on and remember, pull. A desire to hide from all that is moving on; strong. Effort made each day to surrender my ... View Post
When The Missing Rises Up To Meet Me
The missing rises up to meet me. I drive past the site. The forever slams my soul hard. I try to work through the pain. Shaking my head, I continue to drive. My heart cries out to God. I beg for him to lift the hurt. I want to hear Elijah's voice and cook him a meal. I am tired of his bed being empty. Never to return. I'm tired of hurting and aching; of longing. I say his name over and over. Elijah, Elijah, Elijah. There is something soothing about saying his name. We chose his name. A prayer. A nudging from ... View Post
Fencing With My Farmer. . . The Poor Man
The grass is growing and fencing needs to be done. The farmer heads out. He's been to church, out to lunch and had a little down time reading. But now it's back at it. After awhile I call to check and see how he is. He's headed across the river. I tell him to wait, I'll go with him. I throw on my jeans and a t shirt, put on my boots and head out the door. The wind, gentle. The sun; warm. I meet up with him at the river crossing. He drives the tractor over. It's been years since we have worked like this together. I have ... View Post
He Called Me “Tink”
He called me "Tink". Not one to show emotions or say endearing words. Later it was thunder thighs. His way of showing; teasing; by doing. A new deck. Remodel a room. My go between in a volatile relationship with mom. Each week a different city for his job, he clocked many miles on his car. But he made it for my concerts. Showing up to surprise me. Fishing trips. Last minute Christmas shopping for mom. Drinks and hot dog night at the Yacht Club Planning moms surprise 40th birthday party. Talking on the boat as we listened to ... View Post
A Gift, We Hope, Will Keep On Giving
I walk into the auditorium. They are setting up for Honors Night. I feel the weight of grief. I stagger against the emotion. This is so hard. Each event tormenting in some way. I hand them the envelope. An envelope filled with a portion of a communities' generosity. It's been a year since we watched our red headed boy walk across the stage and receive the Music Department Award. He wasn't going to college. So there were no scholarships. He was going to serve His country. Now he resides with the King of Kings. In ... View Post
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