Holy. We cross the threshold of the Notre-Dame Basilica. A 2 hour trip taking us 4 hours because of a car repair. Yet fun. Relaxing. Holy. I am awed by the intricacies of the architecture. Who was the designer? How long did the artists work? What were they thinking as they created this work of Art? I sit in that place. I take in all I can. The holy meets my aching, tired, soul. I am in awe. Such gifts of talent given. Candles lit in memories of loved ones. I want to weep. I want to light a candle for my boy. I want to remember. The kids say I need to come see another ... View Post
To Hold the Moment
The petals danced in the wind. Pale, pink blossoms showering the yard. Spinning, whirling. Images of Anne of Green Gables The White Way of Delight flutter through my mind. Delightful visions. This tree. This moment. I want to hold it. The beauty. To behold. If we choose. I may have missed the significance; closed my eyes to what needed to be seen. We dash through life. Event to event. Attempts to numb pain. Create a rush. Rare do we pause; until moments like this; create ... View Post
Every Time I See Purple. . . I Think of Her
He wore purple to the Missions Night. Our Youth Pastor. He didn't know it was the Eve of her home going. It made me think of her. She would have loved his outfit. She would have told him. So, I did. And today she's been gone for 3 years. Her smile and laughter missed by all who knew her. This is a repost from last year. It is my walk. The journey God has placed before me. I am grateful I worked through the tough season with my mom to be able to love and serve her in her last days her on this earth. If you have ... View Post
Alone
Alone. That's how I find myself this week. Plans to spend time with the youngest. Changed. And now. Alone. At first. I do not know how to react. Alone. In a room. A clean room. 2 beds. Meals prepared. Solid biblical preaching. All alone. My own schedule. Clean towels everyday. Coffee. Everywhere. In the room. In the lobby. In the dining hall. Alone. I don't do alone. I find someone to accompany me to the store. I fight off the panic that ... View Post
Just Because. . .
Just because; The sun has been shining for a few days. And it's warm. Just because. . . I am still in awe of the beauty of this place. And it still takes my breath away. Just because. . . . I can. . . Post tons of pictures. Because I love pictures. (though my beautiful niece took this one) Just because. . . These pictures remind me of God's faithfulness. And that sometimes. . . I just need to Praise God. . . In everything. . . Even when it is hard. Even when the hurt is deep. Just because. . . ... View Post
It Is In The Gentle Whisper. That He Speaks
He's cleaning out. . . his room. My farmer. Spending time in his son's room. Picking through the pieces of a life. A life interrupted. Abruptly. I am left numb. Head gear for Wrestling. His uniform. Still here. A procrastinator; like me. Things we need to return. Dry Erase markers for his white board. His attempt to get organized. His belt. I finger the holes. One by one. I don't want this to be my walk. The burning creeps toward my heart. It feels like it is too much to ... View Post
