writing when inspired about the often overlooked
Dear Little Sister Brenda, Today, August 28, you would be 59 years old. Since you came and went so fast, all in the same day, I know nothing about you. All I can do is try and imagine. Daddy was the only one who saw you. He said you were perfectly formed. Often I have wished…
Help calm my heart, Jesus. Dad died four years ago today. I reckon the uptightness I feel about all the things I want to get done this week, wondering if I have enough time left (to live),keep me distant from the fact it is May 16, 2017 and so I breathe in and out and…
Those of you who have been reading my blog for a long time might remember me writing about my difficulty attending my first Ash Wednesday Service. Since writing this, I have also buried my Dad. I still haven’t been to another Ash Wednesday service. I will spend time with Jesus each day and see where…
I go for walk, looking for beauty on a dreary cloudy day in a strange neighborhood while on a girlfriends weekend at a hotel. By the time I wind around the hotel, to the back corner of the parking lot, I have all but given up. “Lord,” I say,” there doesn’t seem to be any…
I didn’t set out to post advent reflections this year. I haven’t been following any Advent guide. I have been listening to the sermons each Sunday and paying attention to what God might have for me during this time time of Advent and the celebration of the coming King. This view outside my living room…
Second Sunday in Advent Comfort & Peace Life on the Vine Christian Community On a snowy second Sunday of Advent, this year, the sermon was about Hannah, and Eli, the priest, who sees her crying in the temple and accuses her of drunkenness. She tells him why she is praying (she has not been able…
Tonight I am the facilitator in our small group in the absence of our leader. In preparation I choose a group of photos as journaling prompts, knowing already which one I will choose. Each of us will choose our own photo and I already know which one I will choose. Now here I am in…
It’s the first thing I notice as I walk up to my favorite place at the lake this morning – a brown leaf floating in the water. (The fact I am even out here this morning is a big deal. I’d rather stay up late and sleep in. Yet the rest of my world doesn’t…
It’s becoming increasingly clear, the last couple of years – the time I have left to live is less than the time I have lived (coming up on age 70, fifteen months from now will do that). In light of my musings (more like distress) about traveling this final leg of…
Happy birthday to Brenda Jane. August 28, 1959 — August 28, 1959 ********** August 28th, fifty-seven years ago: I am 11 years old. A baby is coming, but the Doctor has been saying there is probably something wrong with the baby, and if Mother “miscarries” it will be “God’s way of taking care of it.”…