The smell intoxicating. I never knew how much those lilacs would come to mean to me. The years visiting my mother and father in law's grave. Breathing the deep scent. Now as I sit here at my sons grave, the tears flow and the ache gnaws away; the heady scent is refreshing; comforting. For each moment needs to be turned to Praise. Because we are a people created to praise. To give glory and honor to the One who created all. It's strange to sit at your sons grave, in a century old cemetery and seek praise. But that's what I do. I give praise and thanks in the ... View Post
Never Forget; Remember
It's been a year. A since the waters rose. Since the rains came and destruction ensued. It's been a year since a sweet young teacher was stranded and sought solace in our home. Where 2 teen age boys lived. And were thrilled to be in her presence. It's been a year since the break of day brought the sights of the force of rushing water. A year since we were hemmed in and ran out of toilet paper. A year since our friends were here for a month, celebrating all that spring recitals, High School graduation and concerts had to offer. A year. The road is repaired. More river spills that year washed ... View Post
