His chains are gone. He's been set free. All he knows is peace and more peace. It is we, who are left behind that need the prayers. We walk the hard road. We have walked the year to a different beat. Longing for a familiar cadence. Not to be. Walking the road of grief; blindsided by cancer. Uplifted by grace of a community. Reminders continually of the strength we need to persevere. The unthinkable has happened. It has been a year of firsts. A year with out my mom a year with out my ... View Post
Betrayal And Thanks, In The Same Sentence
The house is so quiet. Our new family have settled in their home. The past week and a half has been non stop crazy with 12 people under the same roof. But it was community. Learning to live with another. Sharing chores. Helping. Bearing one another's load. A practice long abandoned in the name of independence. Families drifting apart. Help seen as hindrance; dependence. I enjoyed the help. The common desire to serve our families. Pooling resources. Dinner cooked. More time. Laundry switched. I think if they had ... View Post
Living Fully
Another perfect summer day. The wind blows. The sun is shining. No humidity. Shows and a wedding. These are days that the living flows. Days that take little effort. The ease with which to work. It's easy to find hope on these days. Yet my heart still holds back. Each day healing. Each moment filled with grace. But just under the surface the pain and the missing reside. Forever changed; yet today needing to be lived through. Psalm 118:24 This is the day the LORD has made. We will rejoice and be glad ... View Post
What He Has Gained
The bell tolls. It's been more than 20 years since I have heard that sound. It stirs the memories held deep. The 4 months I lived across the street. When time was measured by the toll of the bell. The hour. The half. It seems like a life time ago. All my future still before me. Young, innocent. My walk with God was different then. He was all I had. There were few distractions. Much time spent in prayer. Though the richness and depth came with time. As I turn the corner the tolls end. I can feel the companion of sadness and loss begin to permeate. ... View Post
Leaning Into The Leprechauns: Somedays It’s Just Do The Next Thing
Years of teaching leaves me with traditions that promote the creativity in the young ones. It's Saint Patrick's Day Eve. There are traps to make. Catching a Leprechaun takes over all their senses. There is pure delight. I have relished every year of watching the traps being built. Such ingenuity. Some more glamorous than others. Those silly creatures turn over the chairs and tear the room apart. And always leave a Pot O' Gold. The milk turns green. Last year the resident redhead discovered even the toilet ... View Post
Each Milestone I Need To Turn To Praise
I didn't take any pictures. It just didn't seem right. Something was lacking and I could feel it. But I wasn't going to give in. For 18 years we have gone to the farm show. As a family. Every year we headed to breakfast at the "Wayside Diner". Sometimes we'd have a late lunch but usually it was breakfast. The kids missed school and we would make a day of it. We pushed strollers; heavy with jackets and snacks. Some years we had a stroller, a back pack and a sling. It was tradition and a respite in the middle of ... View Post
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