“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…

Trust and the ROCK

Linking with Diedra Riggs and The Sunday Community Psalm 18:2  You , oh Lord are my rock. my fortress, my deliverer, my God, my strength in whom I will trust. The ground surrounding the rock changes . . . muddy, soft in rain . . . firm in sunshine . . . gives away in…

Longing for More

March 2008 I am in a small group and we are to ponder our answer to Jesus’ question, “What do you really want from me?” I found something I wrote back in February and it captured the essence of what I want right now – God, I need to hear from You . . . sense…

A Little Boy, A Big Spider and Daddy

The setting: My son and his wife live in an OLD stone farm house.  In the back yard is an old root cellar…. a weird focal point to the back yard. The kids love to climb over it. (for the grandmas reading this, the door is secure!) Tonight it’s back yard Graduation Party for my…

Radio Controlled Model Planes, My Life and God

The model airplanes are flying again,           diving low, at times skimming the lake           and rising again,           flipping, rolling,           banking to the left and then to the right,           at times simply flying through the air. I think of how the safety of the plane depends on           the skill of…

Baby Ducks and God’s Faithfulness

  ( I wrote this last summer, June, 24, 2010) Today I see them . . .      the baby ducks. I look for them every year, It’s already June And I have been wondering where they are. Maybe it’s been too cold – Too. . . . . something? And I am surprised by how …

Rise and Come

  This was written September 17, 2005, about 6 weeks before my brother died. Dear God: The fear that plays around the edges of my heart is that this enjoyment of scripture, this new way of studying Your word will fade away (reading for the pause, writing to You, God and being quiet as I…

On Blankets and Being

 From my May 2008 album:  Mason, how you love your blankets . . . all five of them! The colorful one is your “Guatemala blanket” and the blue/yellow/white on is the one I made for we were waiting for you to come home to us. When you wake up, you point and say “it” for…