Signs, The Future and Trust

  Lord, As I walk into the Gardens today, I ask You to help me be aware pay attention Perhaps there is something here you want me to see something you want to tell me today. My mind has been full of questions . . . . mostly questions about the future where will we…….

Green Pastures, Still Waters and Refreshing

The last couple of days I have been spending time in Psalm 23 The first few verses are what has captured my heart: 1 The LORD is my shepherd, I lack nothing.  2 He makes me lie down in green pastures,      he leads me beside quiet waters,  3 he refreshes my soul. Lord,  I…

Grief and Gladness (Gratitude), A “Curious Blend”

In silence, Lord, I feel now the curious blend of grief and gladness in me over the endings that the ticking and the twirling of things brings. (Ted Loder, “I Teeter on the Brink of Endings” – Guerrillas of Grace, Page 83.) These lines from Ted Loder’s poem capture my pensive mood today. It’s Ronnie’s…

Coffee, A Worship Song and Being

written August 4, 2011 I think I write about silence and solitude so much, not because I am “good” at it, but because it does not come easily to me.  My random mind has trouble settling down.   I am learning more and more why it’s called a discipline! Dear God, Settling into my old purple…

Singing her song!

Today, August 28, 2011, I remember Brenda Jane in my own quiet way, releasing a green balloon into the air on the bluff above Lake Michigan at Ft. Sheridan beach. She would be 51 years old today. Being a tiny premie, she lived only 7 hours. I never knew her. I have no grave to visit only…

“No one Understands” guest post

Today I read a post by Caleb Wilde  a 6th generation funeral director and friend of my son, Todd.  I was struck by the truth of his post and I especially like his ending.  Thank you Caleb Probably one of the more insensitive things you can say to the bereaved at a funeral is, “I…

“Bye! C’Ya!”

Bye Cya August,  2008 it hit me . . . three years ago, this day was the last time I saw my brother. I had asked him to come to Illinois.  Mom had been sick that summer; we almost lost her. She was out of the hospital, but still not well enough for me to…