Today grab a cup of coffee. Relax and enjoy some of this weeks inspiration. My cousin's blog is full of inspiration. And a little tease about a new book discussion. A friend I have yet to meet also has grief as her constant companion. Here is her paraphrase of this precious verse. Matthew 5:3-4 You’re blessed when you’re at the end of your rope. With less of you there is more of God and his rule. You’re blessed when you feel you’ve lost what is most dear to you. Only then can you be embraced by the One most dear to you. It's been 13 months ... View Post
God Works In Moments
The house echos without her presence. There is something so desperately missing. The kids say it on the way in. "I miss Nana greeting us at the door, Abbey too." This log cabin; this was her pride and joy. Oh, how she loved her home. She cared for it with a tenderness and love like no one else. She so appreciated everything about this place. She loved being in the country; she loved to sit on her front porch. It's funny to think how different we are. She loved to work and work to make the house so clean and perfect. And then she would sit and read in her chair and enjoy. I ... View Post
The Name Above All Names
Elijah. I just want to say his name. I want to holler through the house; it's time for dinner, or get down here and pick up your things. I want to say his name and hear his voice. I want to buy him a Christmas present and fill his stocking. My soul wishes for this not to be. The deep searing pain resurfacing. The loss permeating all that I do. Oh, how I miss him. Oh, how everything in me resonates that this is wrong. How can the God of the universe, that called all into being, have this be my path? It has been a year since mom died. A ... View Post
To Turn Back Time. . .Day # 5 of Thankfulness
We have turned the clocks back an hour. So easy. Just turn the knob, press a button. Boom. It's finished. We gain an hour. Just like that. Oh, how I long for one more hour. Yet, I think, if I knew; if I knew I had only one hour left with Elijah, would it have changed anything? My mom just left the earth in December. We knew she was dying. We begged the Lord to take her. We told her we loved her over and over. We told her it was o.k. to leave. And it was. It wasn't really, but it was. She had lived a good life-too short in my book. (Though the definition of too short ... View Post
It’s Been Two Months Since You Called Me Mom
It's been 2 months since you've called me mom. 2 months since I've heard you say good night. 2 months of living without you. How can this be? I have cried a thousand and more tears. The ache permeates. I stand in the doorway of your room If I close my eyes I can still hear you, I can feel you bustling around. I want this to be different. I don't like this plan. The pull of all the universe drives life forward. But I still have one foot stuck. . .on July 27th. . .The last day you were here and I don't ever want to take it out. I will look up to the heavens for ... View Post
