If I am honest, I don’t know where to start. Any words falling out of my mouth are not lovely or noble or praiseworthy. In silence, my heart has shouted against the corrupt police officer whose evil pride murdered a man. In our country, the color blue signifies law enforcement. Blue is now blood-stained and … Continue reading When Your Broken Heart Still Praises
When Jason and I were first married, we drove from Biloxi, MS. to Huntingdon, PA for our holiday vacation. Several hours there and back … my legs quivered like I had been tased or hit by lightening. Tingly, crawly … no matter how I tried to rest or walk it out, the sensation would not … Continue reading Are You Restless?
I awoke again the other morning with sweat-drenched pajamas. Could it be too many blankets (I looove my two soft Christmas blankets)? Could it be mid-life hot flashes in my sleep? Here’s the thing … I did not wake up during the night when this sweat-fest was going on. When I opened my eyes to … Continue reading Do You Believe the Impossible?
Before Jason proposed, he joined the United States Airforce. Away he went to basic training in Texas, leaving my heart full of want and worry. Gathering his brother and his parents (whom had never flown before), we went to Texas to see Jason graduate. After the ceremony, we walked along the river in downtown … Continue reading Honoring The Fallen on Memorial Day
Our Lord on High spoke to Job, quid pro quo if you will. These questions asked of Job are asked of us today: “Where were you when I laid the earth’s foundation? Tell me, if you understand. Who marked off its dimensions? Surely you know! Who stretched a measuring line across it? On what were … Continue reading Have Faith, Hike His Cornerstone
Yesterday, I was prepared, prayed up. Jason had to work. The boys and I would have a quiet day. God gave me the blog about how He healed me the day BEFORE Mother’s Day. I thought that so kind of Him as He knew my heart. I didn’t want to have many reasons to go … Continue reading When You Realize You are Just Holding it Together
There were years I avoided malls, calls and “family” gatherings. Mother’s Day just isn’t Mother’s Day without your mom. I wouldn’t want to see one more card saying I love You, Mom. I couldn’t cry tears trapped inside. I shouldn’t have numbed my grief and loneliness with alcohol. Mind you, this was all before social … Continue reading How the Lord Healed the Pain of Losing My Mom
