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Revisiting, “The Rest of The Story”

It's April first.  I wake heavy with grief.  It has no boundaries.  Time limits.  Warnings.  I reflect on last years post.  God is not finished. . . yet.  We, each one of us, are valued.  Created with a purpose.  For a reason.  Read on, and if your heart is weary; may you be encouraged.  If your heart soars today; may you be an encouragement to others.  ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Repost from April 3, 2014 ````````````````````````````````````````````````  I don't ... View Post

Stepping Through The Plan I Do Not Understand

I will go to the funeral of a dear friend today.  It is also the 19th month Anniversary of our sons home going.  With many of the same people, we will celebrate the life of one lived so very well.  Through song and prayer we will lift our voices to the heavens.  We will remember.  Why does the pain of this life become overwhelming?  I feel some days that grief is all I know.  As my dad succumbs to the memory thief and we need to make decisions about  his care my heart feels so weighted.  This life ... View Post

I Say In A Whisper, I’ll See You Soon, Because It’s Not Really Good Bye

See you soon I say as I walk out the room.  Tears stream down my face.  I stifle the sobs that want to come.  The ache so heavy.  Another I love, so dearly, departing this life.  Powerless to stop.  Cancer rearing it's ugly head.  This beautiful family.  Servants of our Lord and Savior.  So much living still to come.  All, she will never see. Grand babies growing.  The youngest son unmarried.  I receive the text that heaven opened it's doors to this beautiful soul.  Her residence now eternal.  I think on all the ... View Post

Do You Ever Fail To See What Is Right In Front Of You?

I was plagued by a debilitating headache yesterday.  One that wouldn't let go.  It's grip tight.  I had time too.  My kids were all out of the house.  Such a rare occurrence.  But I was so unproductive.  It took me all day to balance the check book.  One item in a long list of tasks needed to be completed.  I felt frustrated and annoyed. The last time I experienced a headache that debilitating was 2 days before Elijah met Jesus.  It rendered me useless.  Driving me to bed - which rarely happens.  I remember it ... View Post

The Least of These My Brethren

He sits at my table.  I feed him. Physical nourishment.  We feed him the Word.  He; the downcast.  Broken. Struggling with mental illness.  Trying to find his way in this world.  He sits at my table.  I fight the thoughts that permeate my mind.  My son.  Buried deep beneath the earth.  Not at my table; while this one lives.  Why?  My son; a hard worker. So young.  A lover of God.  Gone.  And here.  At my table the least of these.  Matthew 25:40 "The King will reply, 'Truly I tell ... View Post

Even In The Searing Pain; We are Not Abandoned

I want to avoid his room.  I haven't been in for a while.  Sometimes the weight of the pain is crushing.  I bring laundry up the stairs and turn away quickly.  I pick up and work for a while.  When it's time to go downstairs.  I avoid looking.  It's been a year. . . and a week.  How can I do this long term? How can I survive this piercing pain?  Some days it is so hard to function.  I am distracted.  Unsettled.  Sad.  Each moment needing to change my focus and reach for more.  Seeking the beauty in the ... View Post