The lights twinkle. The kids are playing. Clarissa is at work. It is unusually quiet. It's nice. We are waiting for Gary to come in. It's been that kind of a day. The kind of day where you hold on with all you have. Because it's all about to slip out of your grasp. And I've come to realize, that's really ok. We are learning to hold very loosely to the things of this earth. Our hands remain open, either for removing, or pouring in. These days it seems more for the removing. Yet, I can not see the big picture. Things ... View Post
Remembering Sandy Hook
To touch your face. To hear your voice I listen for sounds on the stair that only you made. I lie in bed and run through the night you died over and over; I sent you a text, I woke at 11 and noticed you still weren't home. . . in those moments you were alive. Those moments threaten to haunt me. I struggle to know the answers. I struggle to find purpose. . .how do you live life without your son? What do you do with the memories? Where do you go when the hurt threatens to engulf? Today is the anniversary of the Sandy Hook shootings. Don't we all remember exactly ... View Post
When Life Isn’t Fair
It's not fair they shout! I'm making them clean up their school books. But I have interrupted their game playing. And they shout at me. Yes, those cute little girls. They shout; it's NOT fair. And I think back to Elijah's funeral and Glenn's proclamation that it isn't fair. Oh how right he was. It's not fair. There is nothing about this journey that's fair. There's nothing fair about my mom having cancer for 9 years and dying at 69. Or the memory thief storming dad's doors in his 50's and setting up permanant camp at 71. It isn't fair that our land flooded and ... View Post
How To Find Peace In The Advent Season When Your Heart Is Breaking
What joy, what peace Has come to us What hope what help what love The day begins with a visit from a stranger; now friend. A shared bond of sons torn from us; so young. Our friendship solidified when my unsolicited membership to the world of grief began. Her visit helps in the steps to move forward in this journey. I hesitate to say heal. This gaping wound may fill in; but the scars will remain, changing our appearance for all time. We talk about hard things. We listen. She, further down the road on this journey. Still a mama with her flesh and bones ... View Post
How A Car Ride Can Turn Into A Fiasco, In Less Than A Minute
So, we ventured out to do our Annual visit Santa trek. Each year we head to the mall, we have dinner out, (this is a big deal for us) and do a little shopping. I am usually frustrated. There are crowds and lots of people; did I mention crowds? We eat dinner together as a family, which is wonderful but also so expensive. I spend much time thinking how I can save by cooking at home and what that money could have gone too. Even though I have set money aside each week, all year, to do this. The shopping is crazy because there are 7 of us and this ... View Post
A Pause In The Rush May Change Your Whole Tune
We have friends. Really. We do. They have retired well. Donna and Harold have been faithful friends through the years. First Gary, and then they inherited me. Harold and Gary played music together, while Donna and I forged a friendship. It was Donna and Harold that we asked to be Elijah's God parents. Donna felt uncomfortable and not spiritual enough. I told her she would get that way. Philippians 4:6-7 Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests ... View Post
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