There are certain days on the calendar that are marked for celebration or remembrance. Usually we think of them as happy days but sometimes they are quiet days of reflection. December 2 became a marked day for me in 2011 when mom passed away. Every December 2nd since then I have remembered, reflected, and some things I try to forget. I have tried various ways to spend that day to help get through the 24 hours. One year I bore my testimony. One year I tried to do an act of service. I just try to find some small way to do something mom would be proud of. Continue reading
By the end of the month, I have gone through my blog and have scheduled selected previous posts on my Facebook page. I meticulously (or randomly) go through each year since 2011 and choose which posts to re-share. It’s a rather silly and tedious chore to do for very little payoff. Continue reading
Here are a few imperfect thoughts about grief. Continue reading
I went with my dad to a funeral. The prayer giver asked that our “tears be turned into living water.” I just liked that thought.
This pain of heart
pierces like an arrow
Here’s my tears,
tears of sorrow. Continue reading
When it all comes down
and hits so hard you don’t understand
why you deserve this
remember focus on the task at hand. Continue reading
Remember Lazurus –
his family were good friends
and followers of Jesus. Continue reading
He dialed her number. Continue reading
You’re going to feel a little lost for awhile
and that’s okay
you have no where you need to be. Continue reading
I know it breaks your heart to see me like this.
Such a mess. Continue reading
I hear the wind chimes,
dancing and playing in the wind,
Their song soothes my soul.