The days move along. Time has no respect for the heart. Maybe it was designed that way. The beat steady. Unwavering. 10 months of a cadence that is unfamiliar. A longing each day for what can not be. Reaching deep for strength. The earth a glow with spring color. Matchless in it's wonder. A palette stretched with colors unimaginable. The magnitude of loss so great; it mars the beauty. So I work. I step to see. Breathe. Listen. 10 months. I remember when you were 10 ... View Post
What Does It Look Like To Praise God In The Midst Of The Storm?
Psalm 92 It is good to praise the Lord and make music to your name, O Most High, proclaiming your love in the morning and your faithfulness at night, Don't you know it is good to praise the Lord? It is the cry of my heart. When troubles come and the darkness settles. It is hard to give thanks and praise. When the bills pile high and the day gets crazy. It is hard to praise. When your son is killed and you watch your children grieve, it is hard to give thanks and praise. Yet God continually encourages us to ... View Post
A Primrose And Rain
A primrose. I bought it the other day. Something about the "living" yellow flower drew me. Because this is my reality at the end of March. I don't know how long I will be able to keep it alive. I water it and move it from sunbeam to sunbeam; when there is one. Today though, there is only the sound of drip, drip. The sound should fill me with glee! It has warmed up enough to rain. Instead I am filled with dread. The basement will flood. What is it like at the barn? What will the river do? This. will. not. be. ... View Post
