The other day I was reading the story of Elijah and the Baal priests. How God rained down fire from heaven and burned up an altar saturated with water. How Elijah prayed and God answered. How Elijah was blessed to see the power of God first hand and to be a part of the display… Continue reading The Rest of the Story…or Running Away
Tomorrow is Father’s Day. It’ll be my first Father’s Day without my dad. He passed away in September. Dad was an amazingly humble man. Generous. Honorable. Loyal. Sacrificial. Dad was a West Point grad, an Army officer who served his country with distinction, a loving husband for over 60 years, and a father to… Continue reading A Father’s Love…
It was just a very full pipe stand. My first thought was how much they reminded me of my Dad…my second was, “Ewwww…that’s kinda gross…think of the mouths that have been on those!” (ever the mother) Recently I went antique shopping with a friend. I love looking at all the beautiful things, the knick-knacks, and… Continue reading Hope and a Pipe Stand
“Everything is going on around me as if nothing is happening…as if my world is not crashing…exploding…imploding…” I remember thinking those words when my marriage began its shattering. Nobody knew. And life continued. I recall standing up before a class of 5th and 6th graders teaching them grammar and thinking, “How do I do this?… Continue reading Is Life Ever Gonna Be Normal?
“Momma, I don’t want grandpa to die, but I know he will feel so much better in heaven.” My sweet 12 year old son uttered those words as we sat in an Urgent Care waiting to see the doctor for the two of us, and while my father lay in a hospital bed waiting for… Continue reading hospice, hope and healing