Praise God from whom all blessings flow. Praise Him all creatures here below Praise Him above ye Heavenly hosts Praise Father Son and Holy Ghost We sing it every Sunday. For years. In response to giving. To giving of His tithe and our offering. The words and melody simple and familiar. Everyone Praise Him It doesn't say where, or when. Just to praise. In obedience. All creatures. Praise God from whom all blessings flow. Stepping into gratitude when you want to step right back to bed takes ... View Post
The Ultimate Sacrifice Day #11 of Thankfulness
Fancy pants dining. It's what they do. All these kids. From the time they were little. Aunt Clara's china being used. The candle light glowing. It's in those moments I see the table full. All the seats occupied. The laughter and joy around the farmhouse table. Things have changed. So much. One space remains empty; forever. The future, here on this earth, not mine to know. I know he was dedicated. Committed. He wanted to serve this country with his life. The eleventh ... View Post
Listening Day #10 of Thankfulness
She contacts me on face book. She found a recording of his voice from a history project. She laughed and cried when she heard it. She wondered if I would like her to send it to me. I breathe deep. Another recording of his voice. Another piece. Yes. Yes, I would love another opportunity to hear his voice. To listen to my sweet, sweet son. I play the recording. The deep places of my mommy's heart ache. Oh how I miss him. He was so articulate. Always. His first word ex-ca-va- ... View Post
Remembering
We stand at the grave. This college friend and I. Last together when life didn't hold so many painful pieces. Back when life was still fresh and young. This day we stand at the grave of my oldest son. "Tell me about Elijah, " she says. My eyes fill with tears. It's been months since I have let myself think of him. Months since I have paused to remember. Because in the remembering the searing ache lies. The sharp pain of who he was and will never be. The kind and caring, yet hot tempered red head. So ... View Post
Stepping Forward; It’s Been 2 years
I want to stand in front of the pole And will it to not be. As if being there at the time of the accident could stop it from happening. I stare at the pole. Someone has so lovingly mowed this area and planted flowers. The knowledge that someone else remembers fills my aching soul. It is now 2 years since our boy walked this earth. 2 years of walking a path that is rough and ragged. This time has been filled with life - full, and moving on. Some days the moving on is so deeply painful. It takes all I am to ... View Post
Dear Elijah
I must confess, in the mornings when I wake. . . you're the first thing I think about. Sometimes even before I give the day over to Lord; you're the first thing on my mind. Years of cultivating a habit of first thoughts to the Lord. . .now changed. Mostly the thoughts are combined. Stepping into Praise before my feet hit the floor. Grief. Wrapped in a package with a bow that threatens to choke out my faith. A journey each day that takes effort. Much effort. A struggle. How do I praise the Lord when my heart ... View Post
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