Call it God’s timing, His sense of humor, His encouragement…
sons
To all the Mamas.
Today is not about my Mama but another, one whom I felt a need to write about for my own heavy heart if for no other reason. I watched this mother at the funeral of her baby boy, a young man, but still her baby boy. It was an amazing gift of grace from God
Gone too soon.
This morning as I let my tall baby boy (almost 16) out in the car rider circle at school, I watched him walk up that sidewalk and it took all I had to not run after him for one more hug. I cried and cried after I pulled off. I cried as my heart
As the Tassel Turns.
One of my favorite writings is the one about the dash. I’m sure most of you have heard it but essentially it talks about the dash on our tombstones. The date before the dash is of course the date we entered this world and the date after is the date we leave it. The dash
