She flashes those baby blues. She is beautiful. She has grown inches over the past year. All the kids have. Death and cancer have that effect. Her tender heart still unsure. Her writing reflecting her struggle. She turns 12 today. Her last year before the teens. And I marvel at how she has grown. How this little baby born on one of the holiest of nights, has turned into a lovely young woman. Her smile lights up a room. She is the first to snuggle of all our kids. Her ... View Post
I Have A Son, Who Is Rejoicing With The King of Kings
Facebook posts declare it. Pictures show it. Families reunited. Students returning home from college for the holidays. Church is full of those boys and girls; home. It is Lessons and Carols, a beautiful service, celebrating the birth and coming Savior. There is excitement and hugs. Joy. I am numb. I sit and literally focus on breathing in and out. The hollowness overpowering. My boy is not coming home. While I am grateful for those happy, sweet reunions. I can't experience that. And I so long to. My boy ... View Post
The Farmer’s Wife I Called Mother In Law
I can still feel the peace when I entered her home. The country charm. The warmth. The smells. The open door. Oh, how I loved and admired her. She could bring a calf to the barn as easy as whipping up a tasty meal. There was always room on her lap for one more. Room at the table for another to sit. Always time for coffee. There was always a solution to every problem. Life was a journey with God as her companion. Her creative touch transforming gardens and rooms into things of beauty. The light left ... View Post
When Your Heart Is Breaking, Can You Still Sing, “Gloria In Excelsis Deo”?
4 years. 4 roses. 2 of those anniversaries were celebrated with romance and promises; dreams and a future. 2 of them have been celebrated with her bringing the roses; to the cold hard earth. No reciprocation. No warmth. Silence. Heart breaking, heart wrenching quiet. The dreams and hopes never to be. A life, a love; silenced. And we are learning how to live without. We're learning how to step a foot in front of the other without a part of who we are. Our family looks different. The family ... View Post
He Held All These Moments First
There are no Christmas decorations. Actually there is no one home. I do not have my key, because it is still on the key chain that I can hardly bear to look at. So different from the years gone by. There are leaves all over the driveway and yard. More signs of change. Dad always kept his yard free of leaves and such. It's almost too much to bear. The heaviness and magnitude of all that is gone weighs me down. Each step towards the door; agonizing. I notice everything out of place. I see what's been moved. New pictures on ... View Post
What Do You Do When The Soul Ache Is Deep?
Sometimes there are just no words. When the searing pain creeps in. The ache unbearable. The silent screams wanting a voice for all this to not be. It's Advent. A Season of Preparation. And today breathing seems hard. And we're told when there are no words. When the soul ache is so deep; we would have a comforter. Romans 8:26 In the same way, the Spirit helps us in our weakness. We do not know what we ought to pray for, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us through wordless groans. This comforter ... View Post
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