Today. She is 18. The age her brother never saw. The age we were anticipating. She, now older than him. We knew this would happen. He will remain. . . Young Forever. She,will forge on ahead. A life full of hopes and dreams. She will cling to her rock. Her Savior. Trusting for each day. At Summer Bible Camp she gave a testimony. Brief. Yet a reminder that Jesus reigns. That her life belongs to another. Her pain and sadness is known by a Holy and Loving ... View Post
A re- working of All In The Same Moment
We had been in Maine. We came home. It was so quiet. No white tornado puppy to great us. I had been thinking about our home going and what it would be like. How quickly my son would experience that journey. Each step of every day draws me closer to the anniversary of the day. We attended a Birthday for a sweet family friend. We sang Happy Birthday and she opened her presents. On the TV ran photos of my children when they were little. Pictures of Elijah. His blue eyes ... View Post
That 10 Year Old Firecracker
Firecracker. That was Nana's nickname for her. She came into this world in a flurry of emergency. A whirlwind. And has remained that to this day. Our baby is double digits. The last baby I carried; held within my womb. A surprise. A gift. But they all were. I was always surprised with the news of "the child within". Awestruck at the beauty and holiness. And now the youngest of these is 10. This wee one that gave me quite a scare 2 weeks ago. Who caused me to fall to my knees ... View Post
Celebrating the Niece Today!
She's 15 today. My funtastic niece! Beautiful and feisty. One of my greatest hero's. Her laughter like a thousand sparkles. Her stubbornness deep. She leans head on into life. She needs that grit. She's fought hard through surgeries since day one. Yet this hasn't slowed her down. She's adaptable and stuck to her guns. She loves her family fiercely. Her heart, so sensitive towards others. That heart. Baptized in the river that runs through the land of her ancestors. Learning ... View Post
Grief Is Work And It Takes Time
Some days the breathing is hard. As if I take a breath and all will spill over. The breath that will split the scar. The ache that lies just beneath the surface. Day after day. The missing. The longing. One more word. One more hug. A future. Where would he be right now? How is he feeling? I want to be numb. I don't want to feel the pain. It sears and burns. This thought line is in vain. It leaves an emptiness that can never be filled. These desires unfulfilled; this side of ... View Post
The Glory Moment
I have it all wrong. See, when the list is so long. And the hours in the day not making it. I stress. I lash out. I want to hurry up so I can sit down. I quickly click off the task to be able to get to something else. While all the while the task at hand many be the very glory moment I need to be in. On my knees scrubbing the toilet bowl. (Yes, this is true) Or running out the door to bring a text book to the daughter who forgot. Or crying as I can't get to the grave of my son because they don't plow. What if those moments ... View Post
