Our mother was the story keeper of the family. If you ever wanted to know who did what, or who married whom, or where someone lived or went to college, Mom knew. And it wasn’t just her own family tree that she tended, she knew the stories in my father’s family, too. The love stories, the life stories, she knew them all. I mourned so … Continue reading …her voice
Yesterday I used a tool on a Christian website to discover my Word of the Year for 2020. Carefully and honestly I answered each question, knowing that no else would know what I had disclosed with my responses. At the end of the exercise a single word was revealed, STAND To be honest my first reaction was confusion, this was not what I had expected. … Continue reading …Stand
Standing at the edge of the crowd, I glanced to my left and saw him, kneeling, alone in the midst of a crowd of weary airport travelers. Absorbed in their own frustration with another delay no one seemed to notice this man so clearly in pain. Something was wrong, this was not just a tired traveler. I felt God’s gentle nudge telling me this stranger … Continue reading …God’s nudge
The storm clouds are building on the horizon and getting closer. I am safe and I can feel the peace of God’s strength as I walk the path before me. It is a dark and twisting path that leads to a known destination, one of sadness and loss. I know God’s angels will meet me along the way as I venture further into the unknown. … Continue reading Storm clouds…
I recall a counselor once telling me, in her experience if a person questions if they are drinking too much then they likely are. But are you an alcoholic? Only you can answer that, she said. The problem, as I see it, with the disease of alcoholism is there is no medical test that proves you are an alcoholic. Scientists have created tests that show … Continue reading Getting off the train…
Have you ever been visited by an angel? Have you ever been stopped in your tracks with a sense that you are not alone? I have! More than once…. Just this morning, as I walked through my kitchen toward the boiling tea kettle, I felt the presence of a dear friend who entered Heaven a few months ago. She so loved her tea, and I … Continue reading Tea with an angel…
Knitting soothes my soul, but that has not always been the case. I used to love knitting. I’d take it everywhere, to kids’ sporting events, to meetings, on trips. I especially loved knitting in the evenings, but that was before I started drinking every night. When I was drinking I did not knit. I could not knit. The few times I tried, I became frustrated. … Continue reading Soothing my soul….
