“Does it bother you that we are such a somber looking bunch?” I looked down at my clothes: jeans and a brown top. This was my “nice” shirt, the one I wear to church. “I guess I stopped wearing white when I had my second child.” No hope of keeping anything clean with...
How long does it take before the rubble in our lives become familiar? I drove past the old mill site today. I drive past it every day… several times a day. Today I slowed down and pondered the debris. There is a thought that quickly enters and exits my mind each time:...
“Things don’t matter. Pictures don’t matter. I have my husband and my daughter and my Momma. That’s all that matters.” She just stood there stunned, not knowing where to begin. The tornado had ripped her home apart and nearly taken the lives of the three that were...
You would think this time of year would be lifting this winter fog off my mind. Everything is greening, everything is warming, life is emerging everywhere. My bulbs and wild flowers are faithful to send up jade leaves, slowly unfurling. There will be flowers. My...
There are many kinds of grief. I have known many kinds of grief. I see people suffering under their own grief daily. Some embrace it, cling to it… make it their identity… refuse to surrender the burden to the ONE, the only one, who can carry it. Some suppress it,...
I struggle with writing words about painful experiences. Are we not supposed to dwell on the positive? Philippians 4:8 says Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if...