writing when inspired about the often overlooked
Mother is on hospice. We all know she does not have long to be with us. One of the things she wants most is to be able to go back to Morton and see their friends again. They had a sudden move here in May due to their rapidly declining health and they were not…
My little sister would have been fifty-three on Tuesday. Living only seven hours, too little to survive, she came and went on the same day. Again I am caught by surprise by how deeply you can miss someone you never saw, never knew and never was part of your life. Tuesday I cried for my…
A number of years ago, I attended a Worship Arts Conference. In one of the workshops, we discussed the importance of leaders being worshipers, not simply singers /players of songs.. Our role is to lead and draw others into worship. And to lead others, we must first of all be worshipers ourselves. One of the…
Yesterday the gentle breeze blew the ripples to the northeast. Today the wind blows the waves to the southeast. Lord, let my life to be like the waves responsive to the wind of your Holy Spirit “blowing” in the direction you have for me. For  “You know my path.” Psalm 143:2
When we left our son’s home in Pennsylvania on July 18 to travel home to Illinois, I entered the start and destination info into my iphone map And there it was – the overview – a place to start, but hardly helpful for knowing how to get there. There were, however, steps which told me…
The Lake is thirsty. It has been thirsty for days. Dry, brown, lifeless grass lines it banks, And then I notice, the grass close to the source of water still shows signs of life. With the exception of a few green things growing along the edge Signs of life are slowly disappearing reminding me of…
I walk with him across the snowy parking lot. clinging tightly to his hand. He’s only 3 years old,- too young to trust that he will hold mine. Always I hold their hands. Â And think of how You hold mine. They will get older. I will not hold their hand. I will never outgrow my…
Sometimes we focus so much on our dreams we pay no attention to the present and the things we need to do and who we need to be to move toward our dreams. Â Sometimes we get so lost in the present we forget there is ever was a dream and what we do and who…
September 1, 2008 It’s supposed to be a quick run to Kmart to shop for a few things before leaving on a road trip. But when I come out to the car and turn the key, all I hear are a few clicks and then nothing! Likely a dead battery, probably because of a door…
I Hear . . . . . Birds singing Occasional cars driving by The sound of my husband turning the pages as he reads I sit on the deck in the shade He is just inside the door sitting in the sun After 42 years, some things never change. He’d freeze out here. I’d roast…