writing when inspired about the often overlooked
Just a few days ago, someone told me her friend’s brother died, and we talked about how to comfort someone who has lost someone they love. I wrote this back in the fall of 2006, about a year after Gordon died of hypothermia, lost in the mountains of Montana. To Those Who Would Comfort Me…
After my only brother suddenly died, I learned the value of a “breath prayer.” A breath prayer is what you pray when you can’t pray . . . when you have no words. . . when your emotions are so ragged, you can’t even form words. My breath prayer was “God, I need to hear…
My Grandson . . . . . . . . delights in my presence watches for me to come, runs to meet me at the door. Sometimes he waits until I come in the door running across the room flying into my arms engulfing me in big hug giving me one of our own special,…
written July 2008, two years ago: God, there is so much change and growth going on in my life. You are helping me understand myself better. Sometimes I get tired of the energy it takes to continue growing. And that is where I was yesterday as I sat by the Lake: Yesterday the grasses danced…