The weather is changing. Turning. I can feel it in the air. A thin crispness, that wasn't there before. Summer turning to Fall. The change is there. I am not ready for the seasons to turn! I feel like I haven't had summer. I have allowed way too many things to crowd our days and schedule. Things I thought were good for the kids. Yet here we are. The College Girl is back at school, the Dancer Girl begins her High School career. And I'm exhausted. Why and how does this happen? How do I allow myself to turn the Ordained into Stress. How do I create days with no margin? When will ... View Post
It’s Just a Lacrosse Net. Really.
It's just a Lacrosse net. Really. 12 years of a net. Here in the yard. Evenings of tossing, throwing, yelling, fighting. . . . A game introduced to us by the oldest farm girls High School flame. A man now -whom we love and adore. He brought Lacrosse to our family. He purchased tiny lacrosse sticks and tossed balls with those two farm boys. A love grew. Both boys played. So did the college girl. The High School flame brought over his net when he was finished with his High School lacrosse career. Such a great gift! That oldest farm boy bought a new net. He ... View Post
We Miss, Because We Had Something to Miss
It's been 5 Mother's Days since I've celebrated with my mom. 4 since my son left this earth so suddenly. Both leave an opening. An ache. My brothers and I have been going through photos. Photos that have made us laugh. Say, "what?" And some that have nearly brought me to my knees. Our family pictures are forever changed and events and gatherings always include missing. I'm grateful for the missing though. We had something worth missing. Something so great, that when it's not there, it's missed. I can't change the events of my sons passing. Oh, how I would love to. I ... View Post
Commencement
They're graduating. All those Seniors. The ones that grew up together. The ones that gathered at the grave of a 17 year old. Their friend. They're moving on. Commencement. Some to careers. Some to more schooling. But they're moving on. And our son is not. His life; gone. In a moment. This time, a reminder of that ceasing. I feel the pull of the despair. I sense the ache below the surface. Yet. The Facebook posts of gatherings and graduations also spark deep love. An excitement for these young people. We raise our children with the hope that they will become ... View Post
Side by Side
The halls echo with a strange familiarity. The routine. Tests, scans, dr's visits. Forced date days. Side by side in waiting rooms. Small cubicles. Waiting; for tests, for results, for decisions. Side by side. Usually, I am eager to send out updates. To include the larger circle. For prayer. For support. This time. I couldn't. I couldn't type the words. I couldn't make the phone calls. I think the journey has just become too weary. But how can that be? We serve a Mighty God. A God who has allowed all things to filter first, through His hands. If I am walking hand in hand ... View Post
Listen
The discussions. Is that what they're called? Posts. So negative. So mean. Vindictive. Not a trace of a desire to discuss. Shouts. Loud expressions of self. Face book. A platform. To speak. Unedited. Uncensored. Why? Life is changed, when you go. Matthew 28:19 Therefore go and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, and teaching them to obey everything I have commanded you. And surely I am with you always, to the very end of the age." When you teach. When you Love. There is One King and ... View Post
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