Refreshment along the journey.
Today, I am grateful for this man. Today, I am grateful for what he poured into my life through his gentle, quiet spirit. Today, I am grateful for what he offered me: a place to always come home to, an anchor to my soul. Today, he would have turned 90. […]
As they prepared to walk through the door, her mother jerked her aside by the arm and got in her face. Her grip nearly cut off the circulation. “Now you will go in there and smile,” she muttered through gritted teeth. The little girl nodded and managed to make her […]
The bus driver slammed the long gear shift into its final position as we rumbled faster down the two-lane highway lined with the full bloom of spring foliage. The wind whipped in hints of diesel through the open windows. With each stop, the long squeal from the air breaks and […]
She sat there on the exam table stunned as the words were pronounced. The bewildering cloud that now hung in the air had immobilized her. The next action should have been simple: Just stand up. But the brain couldn’t think of that. The news they were just given had sucked […]
She can't quite reach out on purpose. But she is trying. Her stretched out fingers were ready to grasp whatever her little palm landed upon. This time it's my own hand. Mama. She stretches them toward me, eyes brimming with delight when she hits her target. She rests them there. […]
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"Pray for my arm, mama. Pray for my arm." I almost missed the moment, small as it started out. To most, it was no big deal, really. But as the cloud of mindless distraction dissipated, I realized the largeness of his request. It was the first time he had asked […]
It was just a moment but an eternity of grace, when two wild hearts met and we were both unafraid. Creation stood still as it was in the beginning, a glimpse into Eden. Oh be still my soul and listen to the wind rustling through the trees. In the cool […]
Even after moving so far away, how I treasured the sound of her voice saying whenever I returned, “my baby girl is home,” accompanied by the most generous, unfiltered hug my heart could ever know. Her arms were the best place for my wounded, wandering soul to find its rest. […]
The flower that blooms in winter does not fear the cold. It springs forth anyway.