
Thanksgiving: The Not So Little Things
She drew me in and embraced me in a hug—the kind that conveyed understanding. Somehow she knew my pain, and our experience. In my ear, she shared, “I’m praying for you and your family!”
She drew me in and embraced me in a hug—the kind that conveyed understanding. Somehow she knew my pain, and our experience. In my ear, she shared, “I’m praying for you and your family!”
I like Job. At various times in my life I related to his seemingly relentless suffering. Yet I could only aspire to navigate the trials with such fortitude and grace as Job displayed. [more]
Cancer has hit our family. If you watched me closely, you could tell something is up. I’ve gone into “nesting mode” (aka organizing and cleaning) and “baking mode.” Two behaviors I distinctly remember engaging in the last couple of times cancer hit our family. [more]
I hear it so frequently, and every time I hear it, my spine shudders. I don’t have that many pet peeves, but this is one, and the reason is because I don’t think people realize the ramifications. [more]
His lips quivered, and his eyes filled with mist that threatened to overflow like Niagra Falls. His young man body pulled into himself and suddenly looked like the little boy he really was…meek, timid, and afraid; my youngest son reaching toward adulthood yet part of him clinging onto childhood, either way too young for the imaginations now running through his mind. [more]
I sat facing her: her arms crossed, head down. When I asked her a question, her head raised almost imperceptibly, and she looked through her long dark hair covering her eyes. Unsure what she had to live for or who would miss her if she was gone, as depression had stolen all rational perspective. [more]