Sunshine spilled over on Resurrection Sunday. Warmth. Family. Food. The empty tomb. The Cross set before us. A symbol. Hope. What was meant for evil. God meant for good. Sometimes you can't help but embrace the bad to understand the good. 2 years and 8 months. A journey to walk with purpose. Seeking to discover, under the shadow of His wing. Ever longing for all to be made right. The tomb is empty. The Savior Risen. The hope of all Nations for a broken people. The sun beats down on us at my sister in laws. Her family walking the grief road. The first Easter ... View Post
How To Be Open And Ready
It's going to be hot. But there is a threat of rain. It amazes me how quickly our weather can change. The day will begin gorgeous and turn to torrents of rain in a moment. That volatility is what I feel with my emotions. Some days I am strong. I can make it through. I breathe deep and I can feel the power of the Holy Spirit giving strength. Other days I am consumed with a deep stabbing ache. Grief is hard work. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise. Our country; the church, have done a shameful thing in rushing ... View Post
All In The Same Moment
This time last year we had been in Maine. We came home. It was so quiet. No white tornado puppy to great us. I had been thinking about our home going and what it would be like. How quickly my son would experience that journey. Each step of every day draws me closer to the anniversary of the day. We attended a Birthday for a sweet One year old. We sang Happy Birthday and she opened her presents. On the TV ran photos of my children when they were little. Pictures of Elijah. His blue eyes ... View Post
Stepping Right Out Of Fear
The rains come. The earth eager for nourishment. The sound triggers memories. All senses alert. These are the pre-death days. Each moment so vivid. Such technicolor. Each night I fight against the jagged thoughts. The waking from sleep. The flashlights playing on my window. The knocking on the door. The deep dark. Knowing something is not right. The air conditioner. Off. No lights. It all threatens to tear at me. Isaiah 41:10 So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be ... View Post
We Yield, He Works, We Rest
Do you stumble out of bed? Is there a longing to pull the sheets over your head and wish the day would go away? I do. The desire to sink into quiet, no schedules, sleep past 5:30, rise to greet me. I always feel the need to be moving. I have to be accomplishing something. Yet somehow I feel as if nothing is ever done. I am just treading water. I stare into the fog this morning wanting to roll over and just shut it all out. I don't want to feel, or work through the day. I have an early morning meeting, the kids school ... View Post
Delight In His Sabbath
Isaiah 41:10 Don't be afraid, for I am with you. Don't be discouraged, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you. I will hold you up with my victorious right hand. Words I cling to. Hope I claim. It is Sunday morning again. A morning for me that will always remain hard. The conflict of loss; the gift of the Sabbath. Yet isn't the gift of Sabbath because of death? One for all. So there might be life? Everlasting? He gave all so we could all have. The goal of Sabbath; rest. Leaning into Christ and the promise He gave with His ... View Post
