Category: Thankfulness

2, Fix You

Anyone who stops learning is old, whether at twenty or eighty. Anyone who keeps learning stays young.
– Henry Ford

Pray

Sometimes I turn the simplest, most needed act of love and relationship into a demanding drudgery. Other times, I listen.

R826

Oh, Pappa, this has been a day.  One where I had expectations of savored memories in these last precious days before things begin to change in big and permanent ways, only to have nothing turn out as I imagined.  First world probs, I know,…

Gifts

gifts This morning I awoke earlier than usual, which was okay because my Honey is feeling extra yucky and is playing guitar with our son, Aaron, this morning at our Central campus (church) at 7:00 a.m., so I was able to make him a…

’tis the season

Christmas is so different now for my family and me than it was just a bit ago.  The first year we moved here from Michigan and we saw plastic, light-up snowmen on balmy green lawns, it was somewhat disconcerting.  It felt weird to drive…

the good stuff

the good stuff that rare moment when no one has anything pressing not an appointment to go to not an assignment due anytime soon not a work meeting not a repair that can’t wait when the weather is perfect not too chilly not too…

Here We Go, Again

My babies are moving out soon. Last year, in October, Hannah moved out, making our nest empty and I was ssstttrrruuugggggggggggllllliiiinnnggg for a minute.   Then just as I was deciding this was an okay gig and I began to enjoy my clean home, inviting…

Their Discomfort is Not Your Shame

  I have spent a decade recovering from my husband’s betrayal.  I often refer to that event as the beginning of great change in my entire family’s lives.  Betrayals in marriage make others uncomfortable.  Some of our closest family members have created distance between…

Process

A (n unkind) gesture A package The scab is peeled off   The heartbreak Attempted stuffing The dam is open wide   The listening The comfort My heart begins to fill   Some memories Rich laughter The wound begins to heal More laughter More…

My “Me”

  My “Me” without Parental influence, is on her feet, poised in a defensive stance born of too many betrayals by those she has loved deepest and hardest, prepared to defend her “self,”  yet once more, against the ugly and hurtful accusations of addiction…

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