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I Really Don’t Want to Write this Post Day #3 of Thankfulness

The day is beautiful.  Picturesque.  Warm.  Colors spectacular.  It is easy to step into Praise.  To give thanks for all.  But what about the hard times?  Those days when you can hardly breathe.  I really don't want to write about this.  I don't want to be uncomfortable.  How does the gratitude work when your  son resides with the King of Kings? When you watched your mom struggle with  every breath her last weeks on this earth.  When your spouse is diagnosed with cancer.  When the finances are so bad you can ... View Post

An Act of Obedience

It's been a while  I wake to the heavy, raw feeling.  My constant companion for so long.  The weight pressing in.  I haven't slept well.  A needy dog.  I feel tired.  Worn.  These days.  Are the hardest.  The pushing through.  Imperative.  Yet the strength it takes.  The work.  I close my eyes.  I trust.  I cry out to the LORD.  It is only by his grace.  It is by his power, that we move.  His journey to the cross.  My journey to glory.  I will myself to begin the ... View Post

Fragmented to Repurposed

It's broken.  This beautiful mug.  It came in a package.  From Germany.  With love.  A college room mate.  A friend.  Packed a box full of love.  It made me laugh and cry.  A hug from so far away.  But one mug was broken.  And it made me sad.  Until. . .  I held the fragments in my hands.  Fragments.  Fragmented.  The way I feel.  Most of the time.  In pieces.  Broken.  Useless.  Worthless.  Spent.  Fragmented.  The pieces sat on the farm house ... View Post

Serve, Sacrifice, Surrender

    22 years. 6 children.       1 grandchild.     1 child in heaven.     1 nephew just joined them. 3 of our parents there as well. The one still here dancing with the memory thief.   And here we are. Living in the nest where one has flown the coop. Where she fluffs her own nest. Where one has soared to heaven. Where one attends college.   The nest has changed.   Is changing.   And it's hard. Some days it's hard to remember there is joy. Some days it's hard to remember to serve the ... View Post

His Room is Still Empty. . .And So Is The Tomb

His room is still empty.  I climb to the top of the stairs.  It has become cluttered again. . .  with stuff.  Stuff that isn't his.  Extra baggage that doesn't belong there.  Our new adventure has consumed much energy.  Each time a list complete. . . another, just as long, emerges.  Details begat more details.  Things we hadn't noticed before, began to come to light.  We were taking the time to examine.  My quiet time has been filled with me talking.  Me requesting.  Pushing off time in the ... View Post

Worry, Epiphanies and the Every Day

I'm not sleeping well.  It's been 27 months without my son.  I go to bed exhausted.  I wake up exhausted.  I know I've been awake in the night.  I have that heavy feeling.  What is keeping me up?  Luke 10:41 "Martha, Martha," the Lord answered,  "you are worried and upset about many things, but few things are needed-- or indeed only one.  Mary has chosen what is better,  and it will not be taken away from her." This verse has troubled me for many years.  I've attended retreats based on the verse.  Read an ... View Post