writing when inspired about the often overlooked
There he sits, watching grandpa create a play yard for him and his little brother. So much room in this new great big yard in this new place Perfect for the big boys And even bigger ones! But two of them are still little And to be safe, they need some help from the grown-ups…
Oh how difficult stillness can be, through life changes, yet this is the only place peace can be found. On this day, I am still as I remember. On this day, August 28, 1959, a tiny baby sister was born, and being too frail for life in this world, she also died the same day. …
Written May 12, 2013 Come to me Lord, I will not speculate how. Come to me Lord, come any way, come now. George McDonald, Diary for an old Soul With these words the liturgist leads us into the silence that begins our Sunday Morning Gathering at our church. * * * Dad has been home…
LORD: On this misty, rainy morning I sit here at the lake under the pavilion, pondering what it means to really trust You. It’s been on my mind a lot lately. . So many changes Things happening I never expected, Things I couldn’t control. Life feeling like it’s upside down. Such a mystery – this…
 Not even a sparrow, worth only half a penny, can fall to the ground without your Father knowing it.” “Only a sparrow” I observe as I turn in disinterest from the bird feeder outside my kitchen window “Only a sparrow . . .” Did I really say those words? What was I thinking? Jesus tells…
An Ash Wednesday post This year on Ash Wednesday, I rejoiced in an out-of-season bloom from the cactus on my windowsill – God’s gift of Life and Beauty to me on a day intended to remind us of our mortality. 2012 was my first experience of living the Church year within a church community, although…
Nov. 29, 2012 Another day to breathe in Your beauty As I walk by the lake, I am calmed Sensing I no need to learn or process something Tonight I will simply be and say “Thank You.”
Last week we were in PA for my Mother-in-law’s memorial service. My aunt (my mother’s 90 year old sister) who came to the memorial service of her long time friend, stepped out of the car, lost her balance, fell backwards and died 7 hours later. Â The day after we got home, I went over to…
He will carry me . . . . . This photo taken in 2007 when my son took his son to his first Cubs game. It shouts the words “He will carry me!” Mark Shulz sings it best in his song “He Will Carry Me.” It’s always the song that starts playing in my mind…
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…