Here we go, new year’s resolution time. Sigh…. do I hear some big deep sighs out there? I heard one in here, I am sure. I simply don’t like those three words, New Year’s Resolution, because when I don’t hit them in January, I tend to give myself permission to say, “Oh well, maybe next
healing
Girl in the mirror…
You know, I started this blog post with all this blah, blah, bah, humbug about yuchy stuff I realized can wait for another day! The hard stuff is important but today is not that day. I could not ask for a better way to end a year and start a new one especially on this
The Journey.
Today, I share simply this… I love Mary Oliver and her writings and this one, this one right here, has gotten me through some dark days. In my searching for something today, I stumbled upon it, and I don’t believe anything is by chance. Maybe I’m wrong…. I hope it touches someone else today.
This ride is exhausting.
Dear friends who are here, I could use a little pick me up prayer today. I said I’d be true to myself in this place even when it’s hard or embarrassing… the truth is I am overwhelmed with work, which I am thankful to have, there is the need to make a living, but also
Sufficient.
When a human says something will be sufficient for us, we feel pretty good about it if it’s someone we trust. When He says His grace is sufficient for us (II Corin 12:9), there is no ‘if’ and what greater weight His promise has! We can fill in the blank in any situation on any
Dadgum it, God.
My old friend, this tree. It sits exactly a mile from my house and I drive past it every day. I affectionally call it ‘my’ tree although it sits on the farm of a neighboring family, a family precious to me who would likely move it to my yard if they could. Many days though,
Down the drain.
Earlier today, I stood in the shower and cried. I even cry trying to type this. It is difficult. Some of you who know me may think, when is this girl going to get a grip… oh wait, I think that was me saying that. I just know I created this space to make myself
On the Anvil.
I was rereading this book recently for about the fifth or sixth time and I thought, you know, I need to share this because if it means so much to me, it may to someone else! I read this book when it first came out in 2008 simply because one of my favorite authors, Max
Permanence…
I walked in the back door like I always do. It was early one morning recently, before the sun had risen, and there he was…. sitting at the table. He never does that. It almost scared me. The words we’d all felt losing Mama seemed to be captured in that one little moment sitting at
Mama’s Shoes.
Mama’s been gone a while now and as many of you can relate, it seems like ten years and it seems like last week. Since she passed, we slowly but surely have gone through things of hers which never gets easier. It’s funny what you learn about someone, even those you’ve loved your whole life,
Bus Trip to Healing.
279 days ago, Mama went to heaven. Part of me wanted to run behind her and part of me left with her. Alzheimers did all it could to take from us, and yes, it succeeded in taking two things most precious ~ Mama and her memories. But she won in the end by gaining back
Little Notes.
Caroline’s birthday is next week and so odd it’s timing. I opened a journal this morning I’d not used in a while and in it was this note Mama had written herself obviously as a little reminder we needed to or were taking Caroline out on June 23rd. The odd squiggly lines around it, so
